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 Chad and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord 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 Leonard Cohen to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Joe Finger,
Bang On A Can,
Swans,
Tommy Roe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry's Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
Bronski Beat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deepchord,
The Litter,
cv313,
Davy DMX,
Severed Heads,
Don Cherry,
X-102,
The Remains,
Little Man,
The Gories,
The Kinks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric Copeland,
Brothers Johnson,
The American Breed,
the Association,
Max Romeo,
Arthur Verocai,
Section 25,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scion,
Neu!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sister Nancy,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Skatalites,
Hashim,
Reagan Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
The New Christs,
The Music Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
The Velvet Underground,
Main Source,
China Crisis,
The Wake,
Carl Craig,
FM Einheit,
Boogie Down Productions,
Todd Rundgren,
Babytalk,
Kurtis Blow,
The Divine Comedy,
The Saints,
Minutemen,
Aloha Tigers,
Piero Umiliani,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.