Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Czech Republic and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Main Source to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by New Order. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stetsasonic,
Barry Ungar,
Shuggie Otis,
Rod Modell,
The Star Department,
The Durutti Column,
Chrome,
Ornette Coleman,
Massinfluence,
Chris Corsano,
Camouflage,
Aural Exciters,
The Tremeloes,
Howard Jones,
Interpol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Angels of Light,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Monks,
Liliput,
Amon Düül II,
Duran Duran,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scott Walker,
Average White Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Monolake,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ronan,
The Slits,
Main Source,
Tim Buckley,
The Young Rascals,
Nico,
Sandy B,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Five Americans,
Sarah Menescal,
The Remains,
Negative Approach,
The Neon Judgement,
Blake Baxter,
Lower 48,
KRS-One,
Kool Moe Dee,
Accadde A,
Kaleidoscope,
Inner City,
Alison Limerick,
DNA,
Lalann,
Grauzone,
Lakeside,
The Move,
Crooked Eye,
The American Breed,
The Gap Band,
T. Rex,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.