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 Micronesia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Basic Channel to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Babytalk,
Eddi Front,
Main Source,
David Bowie,
Sun Ra,
Moss Icon,
Desert Stars,
Brass Construction,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Loose Ends,
Junior Murvin,
Little Man,
Carl Craig,
Joy Division,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pere Ubu,
Amazonics,
Excepter,
Agitation Free,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harmonia,
Intrusion,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Order,
Joensuu 1685,
Alton Ellis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rotary Connection,
Althea and Donna,
Black Flag,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Pus,
The Toasters,
Colin Newman,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fortunes,
48th St. Collective,
Yellowson,
Maurizio,
Groovy Waters,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Byrd,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gun Club,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Adolescents,
Newcleus,
10cc,
The Vogues,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soul II Soul,
The Sonics,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.