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 Iran and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Metal Thangz to the grunge 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Leonard Cohen,
Fatback Band,
Todd Terry,
The Doors,
48th St. Collective,
Eden Ahbez,
Skriet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Camouflage,
Silicon Teens,
Motorama,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monochrome Set,
Can,
Maleditus Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Archie Shepp,
Judy Mowatt,
Scratch Acid,
Jeff Mills,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amon Düül II,
The Fugs,
Animal Collective,
Accadde A,
Swans,
Ultravox,
Reagan Youth,
The Vogues,
Lalann,
The Dave Clark Five,
Prince Buster,
Ice-T,
Siglo XX,
Juan Atkins,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Franke,
Mark Hollis,
Yazoo,
The Dirtbombs,
Electric Prunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wasted Youth,
AZ,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Funkadelic,
The Neon Judgement,
Whodini,
Chris & Cosey,
Tubeway Army,
Ultra Naté,
Quadrant,
Barrington Levy,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.