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 Armenia and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Arcadia to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Archie Shepp,
Khruangbin,
Chris Corsano,
Blake Baxter,
The Monks,
Susan Cadogan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minny Pops,
The Flesh Eaters,
Excepter,
Fad Gadget,
The Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pierre Henry,
Sixth Finger,
The Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wasted Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Gabor Szabo,
Wolf Eyes,
Derrick May,
Negative Approach,
Organ,
Letta Mbulu,
This Heat,
Lou Reed,
Harry Pussy,
Royal Trux,
Gichy Dan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arcadia,
Sun Ra,
Aaron Thompson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yaz,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amazonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oneida,
Gang of Four,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Victims,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cybotron,
Amon Düül II,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sound Behaviour,
Bill Wells,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.