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 Swaziland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Hashim to the rap 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Bluetip,
Joensuu 1685,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
U.S. Maple,
The Mojo Men,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Duran Duran,
The Slackers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skarface,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Red Krayola,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ohio Players,
Ronnie Foster,
Inner City,
Simply Red,
kango's stein massive,
New Age Steppers,
Derrick Morgan,
Saccharine Trust,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cramps,
ABC,
Crash Course in Science,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camberwell Now,
The Human League,
Cecil Taylor,
Marmalade,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wolf Eyes,
Ten City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wally Richardson,
Rakim,
Mars,
Chrome,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dual Sessions,
Maurizio,
Johnny Clarke,
FM Einheit,
The Pretty Things,
D'Angelo,
Oneida,
One Last Wish,
Blancmange,
The Remains,
Max Romeo,
Au Pairs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marine Girls,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.