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 Costa Rica and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Desert Stars to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric Copeland,
Von Mondo,
Tom Boy,
Gang Green,
Andrew Hill,
Jeff Lynne,
Tears for Fears,
The Trojans,
the Normal,
Peter & Gordon,
R.M.O.,
Das Ding,
Alice Coltrane,
Lucky Dragons,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Move,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DNA,
Los Fastidios,
Cal Tjader,
Minor Threat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter and Kerry,
kango's stein massive,
Technova,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scratch Acid,
Bob Dylan,
Thee Headcoats,
The Doors,
Tres Demented,
Harpers Bizarre,
Archie Shepp,
Lightning Bolt,
Mo-Dettes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kerri Chandler,
Magma,
Eden Ahbez,
DJ Sneak,
The Durutti Column,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Bourne,
Main Source,
Lakeside,
X-102,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jandek,
Ultra Naté,
Pole,
Slave,
Q and Not U,
T.S.O.L.,
Amon Düül,
Au Pairs,
KRS-One,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.