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 Swaziland and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Slits to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Thee Headcoats,
JFA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Barracudas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Coltrane,
David Bowie,
Peter and Kerry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ice-T,
Inner City,
Make Up,
Symarip,
Mantronix,
Schoolly D,
Goldenarms,
Sun Ra,
EPMD,
The Monks,
Minny Pops,
Jacques Brel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joe Smooth,
Malaria!,
Delta 5,
Harry Pussy,
The Moleskins,
Piero Umiliani,
Prince Buster,
The Gap Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tim Buckley,
Negative Approach,
Shuggie Otis,
Fluxion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Connie Case,
Urselle,
Fat Boys,
Q and Not U,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Blackbyrds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Royal Trux,
Bang On A Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
Talk Talk,
Rotary Connection,
Matthew Halsall,
Boogie Down Productions,
New York Dolls,
The Zeros,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultravox,
The Young Rascals,
Boredoms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sister Nancy,
Magma,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.