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 Egypt and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Bauhaus to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
AZ,
Peter & Gordon,
Half Japanese,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Christie,
Sly & The Family Stone,
MDC,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joy Division,
Gang Starr,
Spandau Ballet,
The Residents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Henry Cow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Byron Stingily,
Sun Ra,
Bill Near,
Slick Rick,
Chris Corsano,
China Crisis,
Andrew Hill,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Wyatt,
The Blackbyrds,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Black Dice,
Q and Not U,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kaleidoscope,
Smog,
Cal Tjader,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
KRS-One,
Moss Icon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alton Ellis,
Amon Düül II,
Glenn Branca,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joey Negro,
Average White Band,
The Move,
Panda Bear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ohio Players,
the Swans,
Michelle Simonal,
Ituana,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fatback Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
a-ha,
Malaria!,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.