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 Taipei.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Alice Coltrane to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
X-Ray Spex,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Human League,
The Vogues,
Fugazi,
Althea and Donna,
Ohio Players,
Second Layer,
Deakin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Faust,
Mary Jane Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pet Shop Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Monolake,
Nils Olav,
Tommy Roe,
Black Bananas,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Selecter,
DNA,
Sam Rivers,
The Music Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blossom Toes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monks,
Surgeon,
David Bowie,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Holt,
Altered Images,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiohead,
Alton Ellis,
June of 44,
Wings,
Little Man,
The Fugs,
Marmalade,
Mission of Burma,
Black Moon,
Kerri Chandler,
Adolescents,
cv313,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Knickerbockers,
Easy Going,
The Blues Magoos,
Lightning Bolt,
Warren Ellis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gabor Szabo,
Simply Red,
Dead Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Popol Vuh,
Aswad,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.