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 Sierra Leone and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sonics to the techno 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Faust,
Soul II Soul,
Nico,
Eden Ahbez,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Moleskins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hoover,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Duran Duran,
Soft Cell,
Moebius,
Unrelated Segments,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Byrd,
Can,
Flamin' Groovies,
Charles Mingus,
MC5,
The Tremeloes,
Moss Icon,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Skatalites,
The Monks,
Essential Logic,
T. Rex,
Surgeon,
Clear Light,
Smog,
Albert Ayler,
Rekid,
The Blues Magoos,
The Names,
Malaria!,
Scrapy,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Slits,
Reuben Wilson,
The Real Kids,
Bush Tetras,
R.M.O.,
Underground Resistance,
Johnny Clarke,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Knickerbockers,
Susan Cadogan,
Isaac Hayes,
Silicon Teens,
The Fall,
Ponytail,
Brand Nubian,
The Smoke,
Liliput,
Ronnie Foster,
L. Decosne,
Lindisfarne,
Faraquet,
Althea and Donna,
The Saints,
Judy Mowatt,
Inner City,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.