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 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Electric Prunes to the jazz 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Intrusion,
Massinfluence,
Young Marble Giants,
Ronnie Foster,
Stereo Dub,
Aloha Tigers,
Scan 7,
Kurtis Blow,
The Kinks,
Masters at Work,
The Moody Blues,
Eli Mardock,
Aswad,
Hoover,
The Misunderstood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Freddie Wadling,
Television,
Bush Tetras,
The Toasters,
Harmonia,
Scion,
Supertramp,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Newcleus,
Bill Wells,
Radio Birdman,
Sister Nancy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Bananas,
Mad Mike,
Terry Callier,
Gabor Szabo,
Little Man,
Audionom,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Underground Resistance,
Amazonics,
Von Mondo,
Half Japanese,
The Seeds,
Tubeway Army,
Siglo XX,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bang On A Can,
The Offenders,
The Doors,
Das Ding,
June Days,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Christie,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joy Division,
The New Christs,
Sparks,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.