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 Saudi Arabia 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Livin' Joy to the disco 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Aural Exciters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Groovy Waters,
Buzzcocks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
UT,
Stiv Bators,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Order,
Sex Pistols,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cybotron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Excepter,
Fat Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Slits,
John Holt,
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers,
Amazonics,
China Crisis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Invisible,
Glenn Branca,
Janne Schatter,
Amon Düül,
The Selecter,
The Moleskins,
Connie Case,
The Star Department,
Country Teasers,
A Certain Ratio,
Lungfish,
The Names,
Ken Boothe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soulsonic Force,
KRS-One,
The Durutti Column,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare,
Gabor Szabo,
The New Christs,
Second Layer,
The Motions,
Dave Gahan,
The Cramps,
10cc,
Deepchord,
Althea and Donna,
Moebius,
The Human League,
The Dead C,
Underground Resistance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pussy Galore,
Alison Limerick,
Average White Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.