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 Jamaica and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Parry Music to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
The Music Machine,
Audionom,
X-101,
Easy Going,
This Heat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quadrant,
Panda Bear,
Dark Day,
The Red Krayola,
The J.B.'s,
Piero Umiliani,
Fugazi,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Model 500,
China Crisis,
Chrome,
Organ,
The Move,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Josef K,
Surgeon,
David Bowie,
kango's stein massive,
E-Dancer,
Jawbox,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gun Club,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soulsonic Force,
Aswad,
Darondo,
Black Sheep,
Jandek,
Index,
Negative Approach,
Amazonics,
Swell Maps,
Goldenarms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arab on Radar,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Derrick Morgan,
Kas Product,
Blancmange,
Fela Kuti,
Con Funk Shun,
Marcia Griffiths,
Magma,
Scion,
Arcadia,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Coltrane,
The Index,
A Certain Ratio,
Max Romeo,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.