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 Sri Lanka and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joyce Sims to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Intrusion,
Symarip,
June Days,
The Smiths,
The Slackers,
James White and The Blacks,
The American Breed,
48th St. Collective,
Minutemen,
Basic Channel,
Pantaleimon,
Cecil Taylor,
The Evens,
Pole,
The Saints,
Funkadelic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pere Ubu,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra,
Whodini,
The Music Machine,
Rotary Connection,
the Normal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun City Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Lungfish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Country Teasers,
Tom Boy,
Shoche,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fuzztones,
Cymande,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Magma,
Mission of Burma,
Ludus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric Dolphy,
Skaos,
Robert Hood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jacob Miller,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Cale,
David Bowie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sandy B,
Section 25,
This Heat,
Isaac Hayes,
Neu!,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.