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 Zambia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sound Behaviour to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Cymande,
Scratch Acid,
Hoover,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eve St. Jones,
Skaos,
Sparks,
Arthur Verocai,
Yazoo,
Leonard Cohen,
The Last Poets,
Vladislav Delay,
the Normal,
Duran Duran,
Hot Snakes,
Aural Exciters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fear,
The Victims,
The Fugs,
New Age Steppers,
Joe Finger,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mandrill,
Skarface,
Make Up,
Crooked Eye,
The Monks,
The Divine Comedy,
Dark Day,
Scott Walker,
Thee Headcoats,
Sandy B,
Terry Callier,
Judy Mowatt,
The Walker Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Shoche,
Scion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fuzztones,
DNA,
Steve Hackett,
Amazonics,
Darondo,
Cameo,
cv313,
Circle Jerks,
David Axelrod,
Sonny Sharrock,
Theoretical Girls,
The Motions,
DJ Style,
Porter Ricks,
Brick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bronski Beat,
Kurtis Blow,
Prince Buster,
Spandau Ballet,
John Cale,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.