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 Kazakhstan and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 The Pretty Things to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Nico,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Infiniti,
Simply Red,
The Victims,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sandy B,
Agent Orange,
Visage,
Boz Scaggs,
Cymande,
Spoonie Gee,
Fad Gadget,
Negative Approach,
Suburban Knight,
Joensuu 1685,
Amon Düül,
Scrapy,
Susan Cadogan,
Skarface,
The Black Dice,
Moss Icon,
The New Christs,
Arab on Radar,
The Mojo Men,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Todd Terry,
Soul II Soul,
Ossler,
Joey Negro,
Ultravox,
Interpol,
Roxette,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cowsills,
T.S.O.L.,
June Days,
Los Fastidios,
The Techniques,
Pere Ubu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Excepter,
Amon Düül II,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Groovy Waters,
R.M.O.,
E-Dancer,
Ten City,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sound,
Symarip,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-102,
Lou Reed,
The J.B.'s,
Underground Resistance,
Maleditus Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Oneida,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.