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 Macedonia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 Skarface to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Invisible,
The Motions,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Green,
Kool Moe Dee,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gun Club,
Quadrant,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick Morgan,
The Birthday Party,
Aswad,
Supertramp,
Bobby Womack,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stereo Dub,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cameo,
Delta 5,
Cybotron,
Grauzone,
Buzzcocks,
Royal Trux,
Anthony Braxton,
Crooked Eye,
Charles Mingus,
Crime,
E-Dancer,
Mark Hollis,
Scott Walker,
The Red Krayola,
The Tremeloes,
Surgeon,
Gang Starr,
Groovy Waters,
Sugar Minott,
The Smiths,
Sällskapet,
Camberwell Now,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Silicon Teens,
Albert Ayler,
Alton Ellis,
Mission of Burma,
Bad Manners,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric Copeland,
Sun City Girls,
The Skatalites,
Fela Kuti,
Guru Guru,
Jerry's Kids,
Chrome,
The Dead C,
The Cowsills,
Wally Richardson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dennis Brown,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.