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 Bahrain and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Howard Jones to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Soft Cell,
F. McDonald,
Japan,
The Buckinghams,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neu!,
The Skatalites,
Fela Kuti,
The Martian,
Second Layer,
John Foxx,
Swans,
The Monks,
La Düsseldorf,
Johnny Clarke,
The Modern Lovers,
Rosa Yemen,
Shoche,
Althea and Donna,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Star Department,
Reagan Youth,
Popol Vuh,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Faust,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Make Up,
Michelle Simonal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
a-ha,
Oneida,
Anthony Braxton,
John Coltrane,
Jimmy McGriff,
48th St. Collective,
The Standells,
T. Rex,
The Black Dice,
Amon Düül,
Letta Mbulu,
Stereo Dub,
Sam Rivers,
The Motions,
The Move,
The Zeros,
The Smoke,
Chrome,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dead C,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Franke,
Bob Dylan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yellowson,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.