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 Kyrgyzstan and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Duran Duran to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Organ,
Excepter,
New York Dolls,
Josef K,
James White and The Blacks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Talk Talk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vainqueur,
Icehouse,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Style,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tomorrow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Young Rascals,
Michelle Simonal,
Oneida,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Carl Craig,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jacob Miller,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gladiators,
Sound Behaviour,
Jandek,
The Gun Club,
June of 44,
The Walker Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Sarah Menescal,
Silicon Teens,
Vladislav Delay,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Panda Bear,
Fluxion,
Colin Newman,
Chris Corsano,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Lyres,
The Buckinghams,
Unwound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
D'Angelo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moebius,
Blossom Toes,
The Human League,
Hot Snakes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-Ray Spex,
Fatback Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.