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 Guinea-Bissau and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Man Eating Sloth to the punk 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
The Gun Club,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rapeman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cramps,
The Five Americans,
The Velvet Underground,
Darondo,
Deadbeat,
Inner City,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dennis Brown,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pere Ubu,
Stiv Bators,
The Standells,
Mission of Burma,
The Smiths,
Y Pants,
Young Marble Giants,
Tim Buckley,
The Barracudas,
Wire,
Neu!,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Christie,
Mo-Dettes,
John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rekid,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Toasters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Swell Maps,
Charles Mingus,
ABBA,
the Bar-Kays,
Marc Almond,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Wyatt,
Roxette,
World's Most,
Section 25,
Rotary Connection,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sällskapet,
The Kinks,
Mantronix,
Silicon Teens,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ronan,
Bush Tetras,
Ultra Naté,
Black Bananas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cluster,
Mad Mike,
Sun City Girls,
the Slits,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.