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 Namibia and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the jazz 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Gang of Four,
Bronski Beat,
Agitation Free,
Anthony Braxton,
Ten City,
The Zeros,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aaron Thompson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sam Rivers,
John Holt,
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quadrant,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lalann,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jacob Miller,
Clear Light,
Minutemen,
The Monochrome Set,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Parry Music,
Scrapy,
Steve Hackett,
Zapp,
Josef K,
Anakelly,
Rod Modell,
Supertramp,
Outsiders,
The Selecter,
Ossler,
The Real Kids,
The Human League,
Pylon,
The Buckinghams,
Half Japanese,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alice Coltrane,
Newcleus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rosa Yemen,
the Swans,
Warsaw,
The Move,
New York Dolls,
Godley & Creme,
The Martian,
Motorama,
Unwound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare,
JFA,
Whodini,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.