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 Tuvalu and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Fat Boys to the rap 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Royal Trux,
Fatback Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Audionom,
Lower 48,
Gang Green,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultimate Spinach,
Groovy Waters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Metal Thangz,
The Saints,
Drive Like Jehu,
Monolake,
cv313,
Barbara Tucker,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter & Gordon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Surgeon,
Derrick Morgan,
Dual Sessions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Althea and Donna,
The Remains,
Soft Cell,
Soulsonic Force,
Pussy Galore,
Zapp,
JFA,
Fluxion,
Piero Umiliani,
Loose Ends,
The Techniques,
Mr. Review,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Seeds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Cale,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
Warren Ellis,
The Golliwogs,
The Busters,
Hoover,
Lungfish,
Funky Four + One,
Archie Shepp,
Eddi Front,
Crime,
Quantec,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aloha Tigers,
Tomorrow,
Rufus Thomas,
Livin' Joy,
T. Rex,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.