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 Sudan 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Howard Jones to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Green,
kango's stein massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
David Bowie,
Echospace,
New York Dolls,
The Dead C,
Arthur Verocai,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fire Engines,
Model 500,
Cybotron,
Nils Olav,
Magma,
48th St. Collective,
Funky Four + One,
Delta 5,
Joensuu 1685,
Junior Murvin,
Ludus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
PIL,
X-Ray Spex,
Eddi Front,
Sex Pistols,
Panda Bear,
Ituana,
Tomorrow,
Electric Prunes,
The Fugs,
Los Fastidios,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
U.S. Maple,
Albert Ayler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tommy Roe,
In Retrospect,
Joy Division,
Surgeon,
Qualms,
The Neon Judgement,
New Age Steppers,
Scan 7,
The Divine Comedy,
Goldenarms,
Ponytail,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dead Boys,
Brass Construction,
Inner City,
Marmalade,
Agent Orange,
the Sonics,
Blake Baxter,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.