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 Israel and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dorothy Ashby to the jazz 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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,
Bad Manners,
The Standells,
Eurythmics,
Moby Grape,
The Residents,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Derrick May,
Metal Thangz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joy Division,
Wire,
48th St. Collective,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scion,
Scrapy,
Amon Düül,
Funky Four + One,
DJ Sneak,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brothers Johnson,
Supertramp,
The Dirtbombs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Wake,
The Mummies,
Hot Snakes,
Accadde A,
Mantronix,
John Foxx,
ABC,
Symarip,
Outsiders,
Siglo XX,
Byron Stingily,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The New Christs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nick Fraelich,
Animal Collective,
Isaac Hayes,
Gabor Szabo,
The Pop Group,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lower 48,
Absolute Body Control,
The Toasters,
Aswad,
Sound Behaviour,
Camberwell Now,
Bob Dylan,
Erykah Badu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pierre Henry,
Buzzcocks,
Sparks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
B.T. Express,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.