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 Czech Republic and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Joensuu 1685 to the dance 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Tubeway Army,
Bill Wells,
Zero Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Donny Hathaway,
Yusef Lateef,
Cymande,
Clear Light,
These Immortal Souls,
UT,
Pussy Galore,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Tremeloes,
Brass Construction,
KRS-One,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ponytail,
Lower 48,
Girls At Our Best!,
Japan,
the Soft Cell,
Minny Pops,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Human League,
Cybotron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Misunderstood,
Moby Grape,
Scratch Acid,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Icehouse,
Jerry's Kids,
The Toasters,
Eddi Front,
A Certain Ratio,
Niagra,
Swell Maps,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roy Ayers,
Negative Approach,
Adolescents,
Sixth Finger,
Index,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lungfish,
Procol Harum,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Byrd,
Yazoo,
Warsaw,
Moss Icon,
Nick Fraelich,
The Smoke,
One Last Wish,
Janne Schatter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skarface,
Eve St. Jones,
Aural Exciters,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.