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 Guinea and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Danielle Patucci to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Eric B and Rakim,
Second Layer,
Tears for Fears,
The Cowsills,
Lyres,
The Grass Roots,
The Gap Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sarah Menescal,
Crooked Eye,
Country Teasers,
Monolake,
Shuggie Otis,
Severed Heads,
Ituana,
Talk Talk,
Barclay James Harvest,
Howard Jones,
Model 500,
The Leaves,
Albert Ayler,
Soft Cell,
Henry Cow,
The Real Kids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Absolute Body Control,
Television Personalities,
Das Ding,
The United States of America,
Urselle,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fela Kuti,
Nick Fraelich,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
ABC,
Jerry's Kids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeff Mills,
Marvin Gaye,
Los Fastidios,
The Toasters,
Unwound,
Todd Rundgren,
Andrew Hill,
Sun Ra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hashim,
Thompson Twins,
New Age Steppers,
JFA,
The Moleskins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Young Marble Giants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radiohead,
Bootsy Collins,
Scratch Acid,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.