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 the UAE and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the grunge 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Rekid,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marshall Jefferson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lebanon Hanover,
T.S.O.L.,
Amon Düül,
Junior Murvin,
Stetsasonic,
Joyce Sims,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stiv Bators,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Remains,
The Monks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Bananas,
The Martian,
Quadrant,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Young Marble Giants,
The Standells,
Scan 7,
June of 44,
Ultravox,
Man Parrish,
Scott Walker,
Roy Ayers,
Agitation Free,
Interpol,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Saints,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DNA,
The Pop Group,
Zero Boys,
Josef K,
Bob Dylan,
kango's stein massive,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Raincoats,
Heaven 17,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mandrill,
Underground Resistance,
The Index,
Slave,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mad Mike,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Toasters,
Gichy Dan,
Traffic Nightmare,
KRS-One,
ABBA,
Grey Daturas,
Anakelly,
Blancmange,
Letta Mbulu,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.