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 Mauritania and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Zapp to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Television,
Matthew Bourne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Görl,
Moby Grape,
Agent Orange,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Star Department,
Blake Baxter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oblivians,
Yellowson,
The Mojo Men,
Idris Muhammad,
Dave Gahan,
Man Parrish,
Eli Mardock,
D'Angelo,
Public Enemy,
The Young Rascals,
Quantec,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Shoche,
Skriet,
Half Japanese,
Country Teasers,
Rod Modell,
Model 500,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tim Buckley,
Wally Richardson,
The Slackers,
Blancmange,
Lou Christie,
Urselle,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cecil Taylor,
Lungfish,
Anakelly,
Johnny Clarke,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Altered Images,
Wasted Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Amon Düül,
Circle Jerks,
DJ Style,
The Cure,
Gerry Rafferty,
Technova,
Saccharine Trust,
MC5,
Sandy B,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Human League,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.