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 Uganda and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the electroclash 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cowsills,
Traffic Nightmare,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Liliput,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fad Gadget,
Lindisfarne,
Steve Hackett,
Marmalade,
Dead Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
The Buckinghams,
Kurtis Blow,
The Real Kids,
Tears for Fears,
The Gories,
Todd Terry,
Tom Boy,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sonics,
The Techniques,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Durutti Column,
Malaria!,
Marvin Gaye,
The Slackers,
Fela Kuti,
Thompson Twins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Maleditus Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Sixth Finger,
Lyres,
A Certain Ratio,
Magma,
Depeche Mode,
Subhumans,
Supertramp,
Eric Dolphy,
Organ,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lightning Bolt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Bill Wells,
Oneida,
Rapeman,
Shuggie Otis,
Monks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aaron Thompson,
The Motions,
The Invisible,
Interpol,
The Doors,
Glambeats Corp.,
New York Dolls,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.