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 Portugal and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Agitation Free to the jazz 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Beasts of Bourbon,
K-Klass,
PIL,
Mad Mike,
Fad Gadget,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Martian,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
World's Most,
Boz Scaggs,
Byron Stingily,
The Doors,
The Skatalites,
Roy Ayers,
Scratch Acid,
MC5,
The Walker Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Alison Limerick,
Drexciya,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
CMW,
Ultra Naté,
The Angels of Light,
New Age Steppers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Erykah Badu,
The Gun Club,
Howard Jones,
Todd Terry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Monolake,
Q65,
Blossom Toes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rapeman,
Swans,
Donny Hathaway,
Pere Ubu,
The Barracudas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ponytail,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
KRS-One,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eden Ahbez,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Inner City,
The Durutti Column,
The Invisible,
The Vogues,
Brick,
Pagans,
Depeche Mode,
John Foxx,
Traffic Nightmare,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.