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 Seychelles and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 UT to the grunge 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Terry Callier,
Funky Four + One,
Quantec,
Sun City Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Shoche,
Soft Machine,
Deakin,
The Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scratch Acid,
Pet Shop Boys,
Infiniti,
Blossom Toes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Associates,
The Litter,
The Evens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New Order,
James White and The Blacks,
Reuben Wilson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Archie Shepp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Michelle Simonal,
Man Parrish,
Q65,
Nik Kershaw,
These Immortal Souls,
Barry Ungar,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Görl,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sound,
Joey Negro,
Television Personalities,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Tremeloes,
48th St. Collective,
Mandrill,
Mary Jane Girls,
The United States of America,
Maleditus Sound,
Marc Almond,
The Gladiators,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zapp,
Pulsallama,
Au Pairs,
cv313,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sonics,
The Cramps,
CMW,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Main Source,
B.T. Express,
Little Man,
Technova,
Rosa Yemen,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.