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 Suriname 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Aural Exciters to the grime 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lindisfarne,
Ituana,
Excepter,
Mantronix,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gabor Szabo,
Radio Birdman,
Black Moon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Girls At Our Best!,
Spoonie Gee,
Ken Boothe,
X-102,
David McCallum,
the Normal,
Zapp,
The Knickerbockers,
Albert Ayler,
Public Enemy,
Soulsonic Force,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gong,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kenny Larkin,
Derrick May,
John Cale,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hot Snakes,
Alton Ellis,
Peter & Gordon,
Jawbox,
Desert Stars,
Arcadia,
Lakeside,
Crime,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Al Stewart,
Steve Hackett,
Matthew Halsall,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Half Japanese,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bluetip,
Saccharine Trust,
Con Funk Shun,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Germs,
Main Source,
Warren Ellis,
Sister Nancy,
Don Cherry,
PIL,
The Wake,
Barry Ungar,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.