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 Mali and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Robert Wyatt to the grunge 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
New Age Steppers,
Flash Fearless,
Steve Hackett,
Fluxion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aloha Tigers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joe Finger,
MDC,
Bobby Womack,
Byron Stingily,
Arcadia,
Radio Birdman,
Interpol,
The Fuzztones,
Eli Mardock,
Siglo XX,
Nirvana,
David McCallum,
Dawn Penn,
Kenny Larkin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Sherman,
Nik Kershaw,
Maurizio,
Clear Light,
Visage,
Theoretical Girls,
LL Cool J,
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Near,
Ronnie Foster,
The Invisible,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric Copeland,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soft Machine,
Eurythmics,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Vainqueur,
Funky Four + One,
Prince Buster,
Khruangbin,
Kurtis Blow,
Gong,
Janne Schatter,
Godley & Creme,
The Offenders,
The Cowsills,
Harry Pussy,
Ultra Naté,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang of Four,
Electric Light Orchestra,
JFA,
Guru Guru,
Tubeway Army,
Sandy B,
Lower 48,
Q and Not U,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.