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 Kazakhstan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Henry Cow to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
The Happenings,
Dave Gahan,
The Blues Magoos,
Jawbox,
Blancmange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crime,
Idris Muhammad,
Pantytec,
Byron Stingily,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Hood,
the Germs,
The Zeros,
Wings,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Swans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
KRS-One,
Con Funk Shun,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Birthday Party,
Janne Schatter,
Lindisfarne,
ABC,
UT,
Scan 7,
Letta Mbulu,
Nirvana,
L. Decosne,
Organ,
John Cale,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Excepter,
Josef K,
Derrick Morgan,
Audionom,
Procol Harum,
Derrick May,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cecil Taylor,
The Litter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Q65,
Harpers Bizarre,
B.T. Express,
Barbara Tucker,
Eden Ahbez,
Arab on Radar,
The Monks,
Buzzcocks,
the Sonics,
Terry Callier,
Neu!,
Zapp,
Television,
Cal Tjader,
Crash Course in Science,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.