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 United Kingdom 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Newcleus to the punk 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amon Düül,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cowsills,
B.T. Express,
Electric Light Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Young Marble Giants,
Gong,
Soft Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Duran Duran,
Tom Boy,
Bauhaus,
The Smiths,
The Walker Brothers,
Echospace,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lightning Bolt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nirvana,
The Doors,
Mars,
The Star Department,
The Move,
D'Angelo,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sight & Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nas,
Robert Wyatt,
Aloha Tigers,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lower 48,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chris Corsano,
Fugazi,
Joe Finger,
Lungfish,
The Misunderstood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ludus,
Moebius,
The Saints,
X-102,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Trojans,
The Fortunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.