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 Benin and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
The Divine Comedy,
The Residents,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Slits,
Sister Nancy,
Subhumans,
Funkadelic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arthur Verocai,
Moss Icon,
Quando Quango,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dual Sessions,
Nico,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scott Walker,
These Immortal Souls,
Skarface,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Görl,
Jeff Mills,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fluxion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sällskapet,
Thee Headcoats,
Warsaw,
The Victims,
Moebius,
Television,
The Vogues,
Terrestrial Tones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Smiths,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marine Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gong,
The Monks,
Lyres,
Rakim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Zero Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Buzzcocks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Music Machine,
Byron Stingily,
Yaz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Goldenarms,
Graham Central Station,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.