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 Lithuania and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Sister Nancy to the dance 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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nico,
Slick Rick,
Minor Threat,
Electric Prunes,
Angry Samoans,
Surgeon,
Circle Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
Aswad,
Bad Manners,
Roy Ayers,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Trojans,
Tim Buckley,
The Mummies,
China Crisis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Fania All-Stars,
Parry Music,
The Index,
Deepchord,
Johnny Clarke,
Agent Orange,
Barrington Levy,
Maurizio,
Faust,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mission of Burma,
Jawbox,
The Blues Magoos,
The Selecter,
Los Fastidios,
the Sonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tres Demented,
The Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
Goldenarms,
The Martian,
World's Most,
Cheater Slicks,
Bob Dylan,
Marine Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dennis Brown,
Pole,
DJ Sneak,
Stetsasonic,
Rotary Connection,
The Doors,
Little Man,
Amon Düül,
Kayak,
The Red Krayola,
Sixth Finger,
the Association,
The Gun Club,
Glambeats Corp.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.