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 Angola 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Mo-Dettes to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David Bowie,
Aloha Tigers,
Anthony Braxton,
Ice-T,
Robert Wyatt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
B.T. Express,
Surgeon,
The Blues Magoos,
The Moleskins,
Marine Girls,
John Cale,
Tommy Roe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gregory Isaacs,
Lyres,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Green,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
OOIOO,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cymande,
Tom Boy,
Yusef Lateef,
Magma,
Magazine,
Soul II Soul,
Dorothy Ashby,
A Certain Ratio,
Mandrill,
Sound Behaviour,
Delta 5,
The Names,
Dave Gahan,
Audionom,
DNA,
The Standells,
Skriet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fear,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lakeside,
Subhumans,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed,
Flash Fearless,
La Düsseldorf,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter & Gordon,
Camouflage,
Donny Hathaway,
Essential Logic,
X-101,
Shuggie Otis,
The Count Five,
CMW,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.