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 Iceland and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Visage to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Gong,
Eden Ahbez,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Reagan Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sam Rivers,
Echospace,
Delta 5,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tomorrow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joe Finger,
The Gap Band,
Wasted Youth,
Main Source,
DNA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Wyatt,
Robert Hood,
Dark Day,
Connie Case,
Pere Ubu,
Underground Resistance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chrome,
Liliput,
The Pretty Things,
Zapp,
Faraquet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Real Kids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deepchord,
The Smoke,
Eve St. Jones,
This Heat,
The Zeros,
The Mojo Men,
a-ha,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Monolake,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Leonard Cohen,
Carl Craig,
Section 25,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Loose Ends,
June Days,
Wings,
Scan 7,
Godley & Creme,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare,
Radiohead,
Ice-T,
The Names,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.