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 Bahamas and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the electroclash 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Wake,
The Zeros,
Iggy Pop,
Tubeway Army,
Pole,
the Bar-Kays,
Amazonics,
Television,
Swell Maps,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kaleidoscope,
the Fania All-Stars,
10cc,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vainqueur,
the Normal,
The Pop Group,
The Techniques,
Intrusion,
The Fall,
Zero Boys,
Brick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unrelated Segments,
Lalann,
D'Angelo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Half Japanese,
Joey Negro,
Lungfish,
Banda Bassotti,
FM Einheit,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Josef K,
New York Dolls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Babytalk,
Royal Trux,
Procol Harum,
Simply Red,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bob Dylan,
Howard Jones,
Peter & Gordon,
Althea and Donna,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Newcleus,
Marmalade,
Robert Wyatt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mr. Review,
Wally Richardson,
Tres Demented,
Moby Grape,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.