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 Cape Verde and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Misunderstood to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Isaac Hayes,
the Human League,
Erykah Badu,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Selecter,
Ornette Coleman,
Cheater Slicks,
Funkadelic,
B.T. Express,
Godley & Creme,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gladiators,
The Blackbyrds,
Sight & Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fortunes,
Mantronix,
MC5,
Electric Prunes,
Slick Rick,
Roxette,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dirtbombs,
Skaos,
Howard Jones,
Half Japanese,
Sonic Youth,
Excepter,
Jeff Lynne,
Wolf Eyes,
China Crisis,
Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeff Mills,
Metal Thangz,
Todd Terry,
Ohio Players,
DJ Style,
Terry Callier,
Alison Limerick,
the Soft Cell,
The Victims,
Robert Wyatt,
Laurel Aitken,
Pierre Henry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minnie Riperton,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Connie Case,
Aural Exciters,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun City Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Y Pants,
Marvin Gaye,
Nils Olav,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cramps,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Almond,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.