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 Swaziland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
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 synthesizer 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 X-Ray Spex to the crunk 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Fat Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Heaven 17,
MC5,
Alison Limerick,
Eden Ahbez,
June of 44,
T. Rex,
Skaos,
Glambeats Corp.,
Piero Umiliani,
The Martian,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Jacob Miller,
The United States of America,
Bill Wells,
Gong,
Bronski Beat,
Lungfish,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Starr,
The Cure,
Morten Harket,
June Days,
Organ,
Jawbox,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Coltrane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fall,
Country Teasers,
JFA,
Kurtis Blow,
Motorama,
Scan 7,
Bobby Byrd,
Brass Construction,
The Monks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arab on Radar,
Black Bananas,
Blossom Toes,
The Fuzztones,
Eli Mardock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Buckinghams,
Roger Hodgson,
Steve Hackett,
Pagans,
DJ Sneak,
Magma,
Quadrant,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed,
The Cramps,
Arcadia,
Pharoah Sanders,
Saccharine Trust,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.