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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 The Fall to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Alton Ellis,
The Motions,
Zero Boys,
The Evens,
Nico,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Organ,
The Stooges,
Bluetip,
Eli Mardock,
Accadde A,
These Immortal Souls,
Lungfish,
Lyres,
Blake Baxter,
Pere Ubu,
Ken Boothe,
James White and The Blacks,
Goldenarms,
The Divine Comedy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pagans,
Kurtis Blow,
EPMD,
Malaria!,
Maleditus Sound,
Wire,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeff Lynne,
Delta 5,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultravox,
Fear,
Juan Atkins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Glenn Branca,
The Velvet Underground,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed,
Bang On A Can,
Babytalk,
The Litter,
The Human League,
Inner City,
Procol Harum,
the Germs,
June Days,
Suburban Knight,
ABBA,
Boredoms,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moody Blues,
Niagra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Graham Central Station,
Masters at Work,
The Monochrome Set,
Idris Muhammad,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.