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 Montenegro and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the jazz 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Jeff Lynne,
Soulsonic Force,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sällskapet,
Lalann,
Youth Brigade,
The Selecter,
Shoche,
Archie Shepp,
the Soft Cell,
Camouflage,
the Association,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jandek,
Juan Atkins,
The Kinks,
The Fugs,
Roger Hodgson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sam Rivers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Infiniti,
Cheater Slicks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Byron Stingily,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Interpol,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Los Fastidios,
Bush Tetras,
Ultimate Spinach,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Clarke,
Brass Construction,
Khruangbin,
The Names,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dead C,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cosmic Jokers,
cv313,
The Skatalites,
Blossom Toes,
Deadbeat,
Robert Görl,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lindisfarne,
The Zeros,
Skaos,
Scientists,
Black Flag,
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.