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 Chad and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Yazoo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moss Icon,
The Fuzztones,
Stereo Dub,
The Vogues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
La Düsseldorf,
The New Christs,
Tomorrow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Guru Guru,
Babytalk,
Massinfluence,
Marc Almond,
Moebius,
The Misunderstood,
Pole,
Darondo,
Boredoms,
The J.B.'s,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Freddie Wadling,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minor Threat,
Simply Red,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Last Poets,
Quantec,
Marine Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Index,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scan 7,
Tears for Fears,
Theoretical Girls,
The Barracudas,
AZ,
The Velvet Underground,
Junior Murvin,
John Coltrane,
John Lydon,
Bauhaus,
Dave Gahan,
The Martian,
Reuben Wilson,
L. Decosne,
Gichy Dan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Don Cherry,
ABC,
The Tremeloes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boz Scaggs,
Bronski Beat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cowsills,
The Smiths,
Delta 5,
Soft Cell,
Excepter,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.