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 Bulgaria and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Sam Rivers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
The J.B.'s,
Thompson Twins,
Wire,
Arthur Verocai,
Todd Terry,
Youth Brigade,
Ituana,
The Black Dice,
CMW,
Janne Schatter,
Main Source,
Crooked Eye,
Clear Light,
Altered Images,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Max Romeo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jawbox,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oneida,
The American Breed,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yazoo,
Sight & Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Pussy Galore,
The Pop Group,
The Cure,
X-101,
The Fugs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sex Pistols,
Mad Mike,
The Selecter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Buzzcocks,
Reagan Youth,
Chrome,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Star Department,
DNA,
The Index,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
MC5,
Moebius,
Tom Boy,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker,
Hot Snakes,
Bootsy Collins,
the Sonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Michelle Simonal,
Eddi Front,
The Smoke,
Supertramp,
Echospace,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.