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 Lebanon and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lalo Schifrin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Rekid,
The New Christs,
The Names,
Bob Dylan,
The Cramps,
The Walker Brothers,
Camouflage,
These Immortal Souls,
the Sonics,
The Mojo Men,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wire,
F. McDonald,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skaos,
Faust,
Brass Construction,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Flag,
Von Mondo,
Whodini,
David Bowie,
Ituana,
Ronan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soul II Soul,
Cybotron,
Maleditus Sound,
Dennis Brown,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Neil Young,
The Monks,
Stiv Bators,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Görl,
Kerri Chandler,
Barry Ungar,
Stereo Dub,
Cal Tjader,
Judy Mowatt,
The Birthday Party,
Rapeman,
Marc Almond,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Womack,
Bill Wells,
Ossler,
The Tremeloes,
Groovy Waters,
The Blackbyrds,
Kas Product,
The Raincoats,
Bang On A Can,
Clear Light,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.