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 Bolivia and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 Kerrie Biddell to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Severed Heads,
EPMD,
Q and Not U,
Second Layer,
Wally Richardson,
Max Romeo,
Byron Stingily,
Agent Orange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Q65,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Seeds,
Stetsasonic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stiv Bators,
Radiohead,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chris & Cosey,
Unwound,
Mark Hollis,
Aloha Tigers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fugs,
Ornette Coleman,
Yazoo,
the Fania All-Stars,
ABBA,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joy Division,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scion,
Livin' Joy,
Quantec,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang of Four,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Newcleus,
The Vogues,
H. Thieme,
Minny Pops,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Ice-T,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Evens,
The Motions,
Jeru the Damaja,
F. McDonald,
Mars,
Wolf Eyes,
the Germs,
Main Source,
Youth Brigade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Doors,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.