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 Egypt and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sam Rivers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
The Blues Magoos,
Rufus Thomas,
Anakelly,
Pulsallama,
Nas,
MC5,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dual Sessions,
The Music Machine,
The Fortunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ronnie Foster,
Davy DMX,
Sam Rivers,
Agent Orange,
Amazonics,
Hot Snakes,
Clear Light,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Cale,
The Remains,
Heaven 17,
Amon Düül,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marmalade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Sheep,
The Sonics,
Massinfluence,
Roy Ayers,
Brick,
Pantaleimon,
Main Source,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Buckinghams,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fluxion,
Quadrant,
Deepchord,
Peter and Kerry,
Sandy B,
The Velvet Underground,
Fear,
A Certain Ratio,
The Star Department,
Archie Shepp,
The Cramps,
Toni Rubio,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Foxx,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
Erasure,
The Victims,
Pole,
David Axelrod,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rekid,
Fela Kuti,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.