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 Vanuatu and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Tubeway Army to the dance 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Associates,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-101,
Motorama,
The Dead C,
Lungfish,
Urselle,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare,
Crime,
Bobby Sherman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mantronix,
Marmalade,
Lightning Bolt,
Eurythmics,
Supertramp,
Technova,
The Blues Magoos,
The Beau Brummels,
Grauzone,
The Seeds,
The Fall,
John Foxx,
Anthony Braxton,
Livin' Joy,
Rufus Thomas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Sun Ra,
Swans,
Yaz,
Wasted Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Yazoo,
Swell Maps,
Main Source,
Spoonie Gee,
Aural Exciters,
The Cowsills,
The Velvet Underground,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Saints,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Scrapy,
La Düsseldorf,
The Golliwogs,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Byrd,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sparks,
JFA,
The Fuzztones,
Skaos,
Stereo Dub,
Television Personalities,
Severed Heads,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cramps,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.