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 Burkina and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Todd Terry to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
The Gun Club,
Unrelated Segments,
DJ Style,
Public Enemy,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Knickerbockers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Excepter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Byrd,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
The Golliwogs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Siglo XX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Q and Not U,
The Beau Brummels,
David McCallum,
The Red Krayola,
Sight & Sound,
Drexciya,
Howard Jones,
Ornette Coleman,
Sällskapet,
U.S. Maple,
Jacob Miller,
Throbbing Gristle,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Don Cherry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Easy Going,
Little Man,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric Dolphy,
The Pop Group,
Marc Almond,
The Divine Comedy,
Thompson Twins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Magazine,
Moss Icon,
LL Cool J,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boredoms,
Dennis Brown,
Arab on Radar,
The Sonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Flipper,
The Monks,
The Velvet Underground,
Junior Murvin,
The United States of America,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ice-T,
Zapp,
Gang Starr,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.