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 Iran and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Moby Grape to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Moody Blues,
Donny Hathaway,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mummies,
Alison Limerick,
Janne Schatter,
Little Man,
Aural Exciters,
Dawn Penn,
Funky Four + One,
Lindisfarne,
the Slits,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Al Stewart,
Public Enemy,
Lightning Bolt,
Outsiders,
Aaron Thompson,
Siglo XX,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sandy B,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Byrd,
Quando Quango,
Basic Channel,
John Holt,
Graham Central Station,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neil Young,
Flash Fearless,
Pere Ubu,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Slackers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chrome,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gap Band,
Anakelly,
cv313,
David Bowie,
The Sonics,
Barrington Levy,
James White and The Blacks,
F. McDonald,
Soulsonic Force,
Whodini,
Gang Starr,
Trumans Water,
Letta Mbulu,
Jandek,
The Fuzztones,
Wire,
Gang Green,
Cymande,
ABBA,
The Neon Judgement,
Surgeon,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.