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 Samoa and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Matthew Halsall,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alton Ellis,
B.T. Express,
Bootsy Collins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Theoretical Girls,
Moss Icon,
Nik Kershaw,
Skarface,
F. McDonald,
Livin' Joy,
The Leaves,
Talk Talk,
Bluetip,
Pagans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aswad,
Sandy B,
Lou Christie,
The Alarm Clocks,
Steve Hackett,
Joe Smooth,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Seeds,
Donald Byrd,
Alison Limerick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Babytalk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Kinks,
Swans,
Agent Orange,
Soft Machine,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blake Baxter,
The Remains,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rod Modell,
The Techniques,
Zapp,
Chrome,
Warsaw,
Charles Mingus,
Pulsallama,
Amon Düül II,
T. Rex,
Lower 48,
Eddi Front,
Dawn Penn,
Ice-T,
The Buckinghams,
Pierre Henry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Saints,
Crime,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.