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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Brothers Johnson to the rock 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
X-Ray Spex,
Absolute Body Control,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Martian,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mummies,
Joensuu 1685,
Siglo XX,
Todd Rundgren,
Alton Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Intrusion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pantaleimon,
The Misunderstood,
Mark Hollis,
Cal Tjader,
T. Rex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amazonics,
10cc,
Arab on Radar,
Jeff Lynne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Bar-Kays,
the Slits,
Moss Icon,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dave Clark Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Metal Thangz,
Swell Maps,
Bootsy Collins,
The Tremeloes,
Drexciya,
Young Marble Giants,
DJ Sneak,
Ten City,
Traffic Nightmare,
Laurel Aitken,
Sight & Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
the Germs,
Underground Resistance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Motorama,
OOIOO,
Buzzcocks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ituana,
The Birthday Party,
Archie Shepp,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Pretty Things,
Alphaville,
Funkadelic,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.