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 Paraguay and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Sun City Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Mandrill,
FM Einheit,
Angry Samoans,
Trumans Water,
Rakim,
The Red Krayola,
The Tremeloes,
Crime,
Stiv Bators,
Danielle Patucci,
Newcleus,
Flash Fearless,
Tres Demented,
The Slackers,
Dual Sessions,
Yaz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Althea and Donna,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harmonia,
The Gun Club,
The Fuzztones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gories,
Half Japanese,
Wings,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fat Boys,
The Sound,
Graham Central Station,
The Electric Prunes,
DJ Sneak,
The Buckinghams,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moss Icon,
Deakin,
JFA,
Animal Collective,
Dead Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sonics,
Joyce Sims,
Harry Pussy,
Mark Hollis,
Donald Byrd,
Monks,
Sex Pistols,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jawbox,
Ohio Players,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alison Limerick,
Average White Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eurythmics,
The Smoke,
Hardrive,
Deadbeat,
Q65,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.