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 Niger and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Scientists to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kas Product,
Swell Maps,
Ken Boothe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Human League,
Bang On A Can,
Sam Rivers,
UT,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
LL Cool J,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camouflage,
Cluster,
Whodini,
Crooked Eye,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Underground Resistance,
Essential Logic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bauhaus,
X-102,
CMW,
Wasted Youth,
The Sound,
Faraquet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Danielle Patucci,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Unrelated Segments,
Colin Newman,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dirtbombs,
the Swans,
Outsiders,
Blancmange,
Judy Mowatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Flag,
Monks,
Davy DMX,
Quantec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lower 48,
Arthur Verocai,
Erasure,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Duran Duran,
the Sonics,
Nils Olav,
Mo-Dettes,
Liliput,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moby Grape,
The Martian,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donny Hathaway,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.