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 Estonia and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Subhumans to the rap 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Max Romeo,
a-ha,
Suburban Knight,
The Sound,
Pole,
Pantaleimon,
Thompson Twins,
Bluetip,
World's Most,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Funkadelic,
Malaria!,
Radiohead,
Banda Bassotti,
Cal Tjader,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Wyatt,
Pylon,
Letta Mbulu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kas Product,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Sherman,
Cybotron,
Nik Kershaw,
Drexciya,
The Shadows of Knight,
Swell Maps,
The American Breed,
The Litter,
Quando Quango,
The Cure,
Minor Threat,
Motorama,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Simply Red,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brothers Johnson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fatback Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Crime,
Todd Terry,
Yazoo,
Tom Boy,
Tears for Fears,
Ronan,
The Fall,
Supertramp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Visage,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Velvet Underground,
Schoolly D,
Moss Icon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
The Modern Lovers,
The Martian,
Spandau Ballet,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.