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 Sierra Leone 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Freddie Wadling to the grime 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Tubeway Army,
Scion,
Gerry Rafferty,
B.T. Express,
David McCallum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gong,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mr. Review,
Ultravox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Detroit Cobras,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rufus Thomas,
Flash Fearless,
Al Stewart,
Nico,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Saints,
Hot Snakes,
The Seeds,
Interpol,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Five Americans,
Von Mondo,
Cluster,
Bronski Beat,
Tommy Roe,
Deadbeat,
The Raincoats,
Pulsallama,
Ronnie Foster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Sonics,
DJ Style,
Das Ding,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Walker Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Infiniti,
Electric Prunes,
Erykah Badu,
Jacob Miller,
Duran Duran,
Zapp,
Soulsonic Force,
Ituana,
Scott Walker,
Absolute Body Control,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
A Certain Ratio,
Echospace,
Ken Boothe,
Black Sheep,
Jacques Brel,
Barry Ungar,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.