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 Sudan and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Searchers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Deepchord,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cluster,
Japan,
the Slits,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alton Ellis,
The Martian,
UT,
Gong,
Scientists,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeff Lynne,
Morten Harket,
Youth Brigade,
T.S.O.L.,
The Tremeloes,
Slave,
ABBA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Modern Lovers,
Hoover,
Fela Kuti,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wolf Eyes,
Donny Hathaway,
Scan 7,
Cecil Taylor,
Anthony Braxton,
A Certain Ratio,
Camberwell Now,
Hashim,
Junior Murvin,
The Searchers,
Chrome,
The Knickerbockers,
Arcadia,
Simply Red,
Television Personalities,
Ultra Naté,
Davy DMX,
Eddi Front,
Liliput,
Guru Guru,
Aloha Tigers,
Colin Newman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pole,
Sound Behaviour,
Brick,
The Electric Prunes,
Mandrill,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hardrive,
Piero Umiliani,
Cymande,
Soft Cell,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.