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 Netherlands and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Whodini to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radio Birdman,
The Sound,
The Dead C,
Gang Green,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Kayak,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Selecter,
John Lydon,
Simply Red,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hashim,
Faust,
La Düsseldorf,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David McCallum,
Essential Logic,
June Days,
New Order,
Max Romeo,
Slave,
Sparks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barbara Tucker,
Half Japanese,
These Immortal Souls,
The Real Kids,
ABC,
Lou Christie,
Bluetip,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cheater Slicks,
Oblivians,
The Human League,
Marvin Gaye,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
Faraquet,
Suburban Knight,
Motorama,
The Walker Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moebius,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Five Americans,
the Bar-Kays,
Magazine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wolf Eyes,
Morten Harket,
Jeff Lynne,
Los Fastidios,
Khruangbin,
Fela Kuti,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.