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 Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Fall to the punk 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Darondo,
Television,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tres Demented,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Simply Red,
Suburban Knight,
Yellowson,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Funkadelic,
B.T. Express,
Sound Behaviour,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gong,
The Dirtbombs,
Nirvana,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Japan,
Smog,
Dorothy Ashby,
Underground Resistance,
T.S.O.L.,
Deadbeat,
Zero Boys,
Rekid,
Fela Kuti,
Excepter,
Arcadia,
Lindisfarne,
Tim Buckley,
Bush Tetras,
Warsaw,
Sun City Girls,
The Slits,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Hood,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chris Corsano,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mary Jane Girls,
New Order,
The Knickerbockers,
Dennis Brown,
Livin' Joy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joey Negro,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Music Machine,
Thompson Twins,
Guru Guru,
Quantec,
Lakeside,
Aloha Tigers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hasil Adkins,
Junior Murvin,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.