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 Hungary and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Gun Club to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Newcleus,
Robert Görl,
Tres Demented,
Sällskapet,
Bang On A Can,
Kas Product,
Jeff Mills,
Pylon,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Starr,
Rufus Thomas,
D'Angelo,
Alphaville,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nick Fraelich,
Lightning Bolt,
Mantronix,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Matthew Halsall,
The Kinks,
Peter and Kerry,
The Offenders,
Radio Birdman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun City Girls,
Yaz,
Spandau Ballet,
Ludus,
Public Image Ltd.,
This Heat,
Buzzcocks,
PIL,
Amazonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New Age Steppers,
F. McDonald,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mandrill,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jacob Miller,
Ponytail,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rod Modell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Agent Orange,
The Modern Lovers,
John Cale,
Don Cherry,
Neu!,
Echospace,
Grauzone,
Henry Cow,
Eddi Front,
Kurtis Blow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Qualms,
Donny Hathaway,
Wolf Eyes,
The Evens,
Flamin' Groovies,
Derrick May,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.