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 El Salvador and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Ten City to the disco 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deakin,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Starr,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vladislav Delay,
The Neon Judgement,
Harmonia,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Circle Jerks,
The Move,
Alice Coltrane,
Lightning Bolt,
Marine Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Suicide,
The Vogues,
Bobby Byrd,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cymande,
Hashim,
Sister Nancy,
Spoonie Gee,
One Last Wish,
Adolescents,
The Detroit Cobras,
kango's stein massive,
Mars,
Barrington Levy,
Visage,
KRS-One,
Kerri Chandler,
Al Stewart,
Laurel Aitken,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vainqueur,
John Holt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fluxion,
Fugazi,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roxy Music,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Warren Ellis,
Underground Resistance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ten City,
Jeff Lynne,
The Moleskins,
Black Moon,
Dark Day,
Buzzcocks,
The Count Five,
The Pretty Things,
Quantec,
Gang Green,
Robert Görl,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chrome,
Absolute Body Control,
Zero Boys,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.