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 Bolivia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 These Immortal Souls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jandek,
The J.B.'s,
Procol Harum,
The Martian,
Rapeman,
The Associates,
The Music Machine,
Tres Demented,
Average White Band,
This Heat,
Urselle,
Franke,
Eric Dolphy,
Johnny Clarke,
New Order,
Marine Girls,
Heaven 17,
Connie Case,
Jerry's Kids,
Albert Ayler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Bananas,
Colin Newman,
Khruangbin,
Tom Boy,
The Modern Lovers,
Drexciya,
Thee Headcoats,
Ken Boothe,
T. Rex,
Delon & Dalcan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pylon,
The Moleskins,
Barrington Levy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Interpol,
Deakin,
Joe Finger,
Can,
the Germs,
T.S.O.L.,
Monolake,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Womack,
Little Man,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Kinks,
Harmonia,
Gichy Dan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nirvana,
Rotary Connection,
DJ Style,
Skaos,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.