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 Iceland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Kerrie Biddell to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
The Busters,
Mr. Review,
The J.B.'s,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wally Richardson,
Echospace,
Black Bananas,
Urselle,
Fad Gadget,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Underground Resistance,
Panda Bear,
Angry Samoans,
Metal Thangz,
Pierre Henry,
This Heat,
B.T. Express,
T.S.O.L.,
Lower 48,
Pere Ubu,
Barbara Tucker,
Gerry Rafferty,
Severed Heads,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dark Day,
Crash Course in Science,
Barry Ungar,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alphaville,
The Searchers,
Rapeman,
Steve Hackett,
Iggy Pop,
Toni Rubio,
Malaria!,
Joey Negro,
The Names,
Bluetip,
Max Romeo,
Kenny Larkin,
Skarface,
Wasted Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Matthew Halsall,
Piero Umiliani,
The Wake,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lindisfarne,
Amon Düül II,
Gabor Szabo,
Accadde A,
The Birthday Party,
The Sonics,
David McCallum,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.