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 Thailand and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Echospace to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Bad Manners,
The Detroit Cobras,
Warsaw,
Arcadia,
Moebius,
Groovy Waters,
Index,
The Standells,
The Star Department,
The Human League,
Guru Guru,
Kerri Chandler,
Monolake,
Ash Ra Tempel,
These Immortal Souls,
Chris Corsano,
Negative Approach,
Freddie Wadling,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pole,
Jandek,
Colin Newman,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Saints,
Fugazi,
Toni Rubio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Charles Mingus,
Minnie Riperton,
David McCallum,
Ultravox,
E-Dancer,
Accadde A,
Lou Christie,
Hashim,
The Vogues,
Dark Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Five Americans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amon Düül,
Amon Düül II,
Pere Ubu,
Buzzcocks,
John Holt,
Aswad,
F. McDonald,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Television Personalities,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ten City,
Dennis Brown,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minor Threat,
Alphaville,
Harpers Bizarre,
Smog,
Crime,
Funkadelic,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.