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 Panama and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Negative Approach to the jazz 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Swans,
Trumans Water,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skarface,
Das Ding,
The Gun Club,
The Victims,
Nick Fraelich,
Unrelated Segments,
Quadrant,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Music Machine,
K-Klass,
The American Breed,
Kayak,
Bad Manners,
Duran Duran,
Crash Course in Science,
The Flesh Eaters,
Altered Images,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kaleidoscope,
Man Parrish,
Scan 7,
Piero Umiliani,
Juan Atkins,
Joe Smooth,
Angry Samoans,
Little Man,
Cluster,
Wings,
The Slits,
Camouflage,
The Golliwogs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Wyatt,
Steve Hackett,
Desert Stars,
John Holt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bluetip,
Rapeman,
Wolf Eyes,
Cybotron,
Niagra,
Sällskapet,
Y Pants,
Sixth Finger,
Banda Bassotti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
OOIOO,
New Order,
Sandy B,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Groovy Waters,
Silicon Teens,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.