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 Sudan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Tears for Fears to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
T.S.O.L.,
Niagra,
Theoretical Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Loose Ends,
The Fuzztones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Wyatt,
The Moody Blues,
Motorama,
Ken Boothe,
The Doors,
The Trojans,
The United States of America,
Newcleus,
Rites of Spring,
The Neon Judgement,
Wasted Youth,
Eddi Front,
Gerry Rafferty,
Metal Thangz,
PIL,
Main Source,
Radiopuhelimet,
F. McDonald,
Ice-T,
MDC,
Quadrant,
Mad Mike,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minutemen,
Das Ding,
Q65,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alison Limerick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bush Tetras,
Scion,
Drexciya,
Kas Product,
Youth Brigade,
John Foxx,
Moby Grape,
Sex Pistols,
EPMD,
R.M.O.,
Khruangbin,
Magma,
Dark Day,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed,
Cameo,
Qualms,
Y Pants,
Neu!,
Hashim,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.