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 San Marino and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ossler to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
The Flesh Eaters,
Banda Bassotti,
Harry Pussy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Steve Hackett,
The Dead C,
Rapeman,
Deakin,
the Normal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Index,
Fat Boys,
Little Man,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wings,
Archie Shepp,
Sun Ra,
Intrusion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lightning Bolt,
Derrick Morgan,
Morten Harket,
The Techniques,
Guru Guru,
Neu!,
The Slackers,
Rekid,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultimate Spinach,
Infiniti,
The Cure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pierre Henry,
The Index,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Main Source,
Mars,
The J.B.'s,
Gang of Four,
Cluster,
The Invisible,
The United States of America,
Vladislav Delay,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Echospace,
Lalann,
The Smoke,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Coltrane,
the Sonics,
Marmalade,
The Motions,
Colin Newman,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camberwell Now,
Howard Jones,
Fugazi,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.