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 Gabon and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the electroclash 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
The Fuzztones,
Malaria!,
Matthew Bourne,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pierre Henry,
Fela Kuti,
Hashim,
Desert Stars,
Warren Ellis,
Archie Shepp,
June of 44,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Durutti Column,
Swell Maps,
Ronan,
The Sound,
Radiohead,
David McCallum,
Jeff Mills,
Godley & Creme,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fortunes,
Visage,
Bizarre Inc.,
Silicon Teens,
Marcia Griffiths,
These Immortal Souls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harmonia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Maleditus Sound,
Swans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
June Days,
Eric Copeland,
Underground Resistance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hasil Adkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jawbox,
Fatback Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Bang On A Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anakelly,
Yusef Lateef,
Henry Cow,
The Count Five,
John Holt,
Tropical Tobacco,
The United States of America,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blancmange,
Ossler,
Moby Grape,
10cc,
The Techniques,
Dual Sessions,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.