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 Luxembourg and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the disco 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oblivians,
Pere Ubu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
EPMD,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blossom Toes,
Jerry's Kids,
Massinfluence,
The Motions,
Joy Division,
Roxette,
Bad Manners,
Fear,
Schoolly D,
Cal Tjader,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Residents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Maleditus Sound,
Amon Düül II,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Parry Music,
Ituana,
Television Personalities,
The Invisible,
Mark Hollis,
Adolescents,
Lower 48,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gun Club,
Skaos,
Lightning Bolt,
the Sonics,
China Crisis,
Yazoo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stetsasonic,
OOIOO,
Vainqueur,
Al Stewart,
Hasil Adkins,
Anakelly,
Max Romeo,
The Associates,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Easy Going,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The New Christs,
Suicide,
PIL,
Bluetip,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.