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 Laos and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Gastr Del Sol to the disco 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Maleditus Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Anakelly,
the Association,
Qualms,
Loose Ends,
Panda Bear,
Slick Rick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Simply Red,
Deepchord,
Howard Jones,
Fluxion,
Mark Hollis,
Animal Collective,
The Detroit Cobras,
Franke,
Yellowson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Wake,
Sister Nancy,
Eric Copeland,
Minor Threat,
One Last Wish,
Q65,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Byrd,
Arab on Radar,
Rotary Connection,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
These Immortal Souls,
New Order,
The Zeros,
The Litter,
Grey Daturas,
Crime,
Soul Sonic Force,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gabor Szabo,
June of 44,
Pantaleimon,
The Music Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Pussy Galore,
DNA,
Brick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Throbbing Gristle,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Suicide,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Offenders,
Althea and Donna,
Suburban Knight,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter & Gordon,
The Electric Prunes,
Brass Construction,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.