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 Yemen and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Icehouse to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jacob Miller,
Roy Ayers,
Rufus Thomas,
Buzzcocks,
Joe Smooth,
The Monochrome Set,
Cheater Slicks,
Minor Threat,
Soulsonic Force,
Isaac Hayes,
Al Stewart,
Newcleus,
the Sonics,
Clear Light,
Quando Quango,
Radiohead,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Motions,
The Gap Band,
Thompson Twins,
Agitation Free,
Babytalk,
Ohio Players,
Nico,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
L. Decosne,
The New Christs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Litter,
Minny Pops,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Symarip,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crime,
Ossler,
Trumans Water,
Warren Ellis,
Swell Maps,
Charles Mingus,
The Victims,
The Saints,
Fatback Band,
The Mummies,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doors,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Lynne,
Bauhaus,
New Order,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.