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 Papua New Guinea and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Crash Course in Science to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Leonard Cohen,
Josef K,
Rhythm & Sound,
Angry Samoans,
The Mojo Men,
Wally Richardson,
Anakelly,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed,
The Birthday Party,
Stiv Bators,
X-101,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camberwell Now,
Skriet,
The Gladiators,
Q and Not U,
Eli Mardock,
Funky Four + One,
Ossler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marvin Gaye,
Kurtis Blow,
Blake Baxter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joyce Sims,
Youth Brigade,
Hasil Adkins,
Ken Boothe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Warren Ellis,
Simply Red,
the Human League,
LL Cool J,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Green,
Zero Boys,
Audionom,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül,
Fad Gadget,
Section 25,
Max Romeo,
The Electric Prunes,
Rotary Connection,
Laurel Aitken,
Siglo XX,
The Durutti Column,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Albert Ayler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amazonics,
Sällskapet,
James White and The Blacks,
Freddie Wadling,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.