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 Libya and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 John Foxx to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Hood,
Ornette Coleman,
Circle Jerks,
Desert Stars,
Warsaw,
EPMD,
Shoche,
The Durutti Column,
Funkadelic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
Icehouse,
Ituana,
Supertramp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Parrish,
Kerri Chandler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pet Shop Boys,
Malaria!,
E-Dancer,
Marcia Griffiths,
Outsiders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
Ossler,
Minor Threat,
The Fuzztones,
John Lydon,
Hasil Adkins,
Hot Snakes,
Bootsy Collins,
Sight & Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erasure,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alison Limerick,
Thompson Twins,
Main Source,
The Red Krayola,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marvin Gaye,
Byron Stingily,
The Gories,
June Days,
Moebius,
Rapeman,
Theoretical Girls,
Public Enemy,
The Sonics,
D'Angelo,
Eurythmics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Adolescents,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radiohead,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.