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 Costa Rica 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Trumans Water to the grunge 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arcadia,
Metal Thangz,
The Real Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eurythmics,
Wasted Youth,
K-Klass,
Hardrive,
Scientists,
Man Parrish,
Cluster,
Interpol,
Lou Reed,
Donny Hathaway,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Divine Comedy,
Johnny Clarke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ronnie Foster,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Parry Music,
Altered Images,
The Gun Club,
Radiohead,
The Index,
Cymande,
E-Dancer,
Nik Kershaw,
Flamin' Groovies,
B.T. Express,
Mark Hollis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
10cc,
the Sonics,
Dennis Brown,
In Retrospect,
Massinfluence,
Hoover,
Soulsonic Force,
cv313,
Junior Murvin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Max Romeo,
The Gories,
Terry Callier,
Boogie Down Productions,
Glenn Branca,
Quadrant,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thompson Twins,
kango's stein massive,
The Pop Group,
Niagra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Glambeats Corp.,
Prince Buster,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Bar-Kays,
Colin Newman,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.