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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dave Gahan to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cheater Slicks,
Negative Approach,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kayak,
Swell Maps,
Newcleus,
The Sonics,
Wings,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amazonics,
Ossler,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Invisible,
Alison Limerick,
Khruangbin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arcadia,
Godley & Creme,
Flash Fearless,
Radio Birdman,
Erasure,
Amon Düül,
Grey Daturas,
the Bar-Kays,
The Smiths,
Blancmange,
The Offenders,
Peter & Gordon,
Eurythmics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Niagra,
La Düsseldorf,
the Sonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
ABC,
The Litter,
These Immortal Souls,
Vainqueur,
The Star Department,
John Holt,
Underground Resistance,
DNA,
Crash Course in Science,
Aaron Thompson,
David McCallum,
Sixth Finger,
Japan,
Barbara Tucker,
Gong,
The Skatalites,
Soulsonic Force,
Colin Newman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Basic Channel,
Young Marble Giants,
John Lydon,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.