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 Panama and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 Deepchord to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
The Wake,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Hood,
Ponytail,
The Zeros,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tom Boy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Youth Brigade,
Black Pus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gladiators,
The Fugs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Freddie Wadling,
Joe Smooth,
Qualms,
Prince Buster,
DNA,
The Associates,
Eve St. Jones,
Marc Almond,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Khruangbin,
Lindisfarne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Victims,
Visage,
48th St. Collective,
The Litter,
Siglo XX,
The Divine Comedy,
E-Dancer,
Max Romeo,
OOIOO,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gichy Dan,
The Gories,
Monks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Das Ding,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Stooges,
Dawn Penn,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Association,
X-Ray Spex,
Mark Hollis,
Darondo,
The Last Poets,
Gang Starr,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cybotron,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.