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 Montenegro and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 The Gap Band to the dance 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
PIL,
The Human League,
Ice-T,
Deakin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Monolake,
Urselle,
The Fugs,
DJ Sneak,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stereo Dub,
The Buckinghams,
Hoover,
Y Pants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
10cc,
Traffic Nightmare,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wolf Eyes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Raincoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Victims,
Peter and Kerry,
Alphaville,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Sound Behaviour,
The Names,
Grauzone,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Country Teasers,
Stiv Bators,
The Smoke,
Pantaleimon,
One Last Wish,
Magma,
Ornette Coleman,
The Associates,
Letta Mbulu,
Pagans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bronski Beat,
Kas Product,
The Move,
Harmonia,
The Last Poets,
June of 44,
Mark Hollis,
Kurtis Blow,
Sugar Minott,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-Ray Spex,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Howard Jones,
Sun Ra,
Nils Olav,
Technova,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.