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 Nicaragua 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nick Fraelich to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
The Misunderstood,
Absolute Body Control,
Blake Baxter,
Fluxion,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Kinks,
Jandek,
Tim Buckley,
Warsaw,
Au Pairs,
Circle Jerks,
Little Man,
Lower 48,
Isaac Hayes,
Donny Hathaway,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Johnny Clarke,
cv313,
the Soft Cell,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lalann,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Loose Ends,
Drexciya,
Newcleus,
Stereo Dub,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Popol Vuh,
Roger Hodgson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Prince Buster,
Shuggie Otis,
Iggy Pop,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Green,
China Crisis,
Ronan,
Bill Near,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pantaleimon,
The Young Rascals,
Masters at Work,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Howard Jones,
The Neon Judgement,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Association,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Motorama,
A Certain Ratio,
The Buckinghams,
Jawbox,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pylon,
The Offenders,
Rakim,
Slick Rick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.