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 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Henry Cow to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moleskins,
T. Rex,
The Happenings,
Bill Near,
Rapeman,
Technova,
Neu!,
Arcadia,
Derrick Morgan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Green,
Peter & Gordon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dark Day,
Fluxion,
Ultravox,
Trumans Water,
Second Layer,
KRS-One,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Misunderstood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hashim,
Connie Case,
The Tremeloes,
Oblivians,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blossom Toes,
Excepter,
Alton Ellis,
Oneida,
Japan,
Rakim,
MDC,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tommy Roe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Matthew Halsall,
the Germs,
John Lydon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Magma,
Patti Smith,
The Pop Group,
The Cure,
Infiniti,
Spandau Ballet,
Basic Channel,
Aloha Tigers,
Animal Collective,
Hardrive,
Andrew Hill,
Nico,
Lindisfarne,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.