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 South Sudan and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Real Kids to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Eden Ahbez,
Wire,
Ludus,
Skriet,
Stereo Dub,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxette,
Index,
Khruangbin,
Joy Division,
Johnny Clarke,
Jawbox,
Fatback Band,
the Human League,
Gang Green,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun Ra,
The Dead C,
Faust,
Sugar Minott,
Second Layer,
Duran Duran,
Ponytail,
Bluetip,
Matthew Halsall,
Smog,
Ossler,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Suicide,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Leonard Cohen,
Dave Gahan,
Albert Ayler,
The Smiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Little Man,
Young Marble Giants,
Nick Fraelich,
Connie Case,
Ronnie Foster,
the Sonics,
Alton Ellis,
Royal Trux,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deepchord,
Minor Threat,
ABBA,
Accadde A,
Soft Cell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pylon,
Spoonie Gee,
Kayak,
Subhumans,
Tom Boy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-102,
Kenny Larkin,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.