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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 The American Breed to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Marshall Jefferson,
Warsaw,
the Soft Cell,
Morten Harket,
Matthew Halsall,
Todd Terry,
The Tremeloes,
Wire,
Severed Heads,
Alice Coltrane,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amazonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David McCallum,
The Smoke,
Byron Stingily,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Martian,
Robert Wyatt,
Livin' Joy,
Tears for Fears,
Scratch Acid,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Remains,
Wally Richardson,
Neil Young,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
ABBA,
Negative Approach,
Sex Pistols,
B.T. Express,
Loose Ends,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Clear Light,
F. McDonald,
The Real Kids,
World's Most,
Sound Behaviour,
Accadde A,
The Dave Clark Five,
Half Japanese,
E-Dancer,
Jeru the Damaja,
Davy DMX,
Sparks,
Albert Ayler,
Pussy Galore,
Angry Samoans,
Easy Going,
The Birthday Party,
The Names,
Trumans Water,
Judy Mowatt,
Model 500,
Depeche Mode,
Absolute Body Control,
Delon & Dalcan,
Talk Talk,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.