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 New Zealand and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Con Funk Shun,
Derrick May,
Silicon Teens,
Simply Red,
Hoover,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Grass Roots,
Janne Schatter,
Minor Threat,
Dark Day,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Zeros,
Deakin,
The Slackers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Morten Harket,
Television Personalities,
Bootsy Collins,
Tubeway Army,
The Pop Group,
Mary Jane Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nils Olav,
Au Pairs,
Black Bananas,
Cecil Taylor,
Connie Case,
La Düsseldorf,
Animal Collective,
Matthew Bourne,
Stereo Dub,
The Modern Lovers,
June Days,
Marshall Jefferson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Technova,
The Cure,
Neu!,
X-102,
Bad Manners,
Lucky Dragons,
Rites of Spring,
Quadrant,
T.S.O.L.,
The Leaves,
Kool Moe Dee,
Al Stewart,
U.S. Maple,
OOIOO,
D'Angelo,
Malaria!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Maleditus Sound,
Icehouse,
Marcia Griffiths,
Laurel Aitken,
Stiv Bators,
Crispy Ambulance,
Model 500,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.