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 St Lucia and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sight & Sound to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Kerri Chandler,
the Germs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
James White and The Blacks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
48th St. Collective,
Soulsonic Force,
Nils Olav,
The Kinks,
Animal Collective,
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül II,
Sparks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cal Tjader,
The Martian,
The Blues Magoos,
Maurizio,
MDC,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DNA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Five Americans,
The Walker Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Duran Duran,
Judy Mowatt,
Barbara Tucker,
The Selecter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thompson Twins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fluxion,
David Bowie,
Subhumans,
Sixth Finger,
Susan Cadogan,
Agitation Free,
The Knickerbockers,
The Searchers,
Ultra Naté,
Supertramp,
Smog,
Deepchord,
Rosa Yemen,
Blancmange,
Scott Walker,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Invisible,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter & Gordon,
Los Fastidios,
Flipper,
Cheater Slicks,
Talk Talk,
The Happenings,
Albert Ayler,
Funky Four + One,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Drexciya,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.