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 Portugal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Names to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Deadbeat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Gang Dance,
Parry Music,
Rotary Connection,
AZ,
Lindisfarne,
The Names,
Lou Christie,
Graham Central Station,
Danielle Patucci,
Livin' Joy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultra Naté,
Wings,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Easy Going,
Roxy Music,
Radio Birdman,
Neu!,
The Black Dice,
Brothers Johnson,
The Knickerbockers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brand Nubian,
10cc,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sonics,
The United States of America,
Q and Not U,
Ituana,
Derrick Morgan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ludus,
The Smoke,
Quadrant,
Main Source,
Surgeon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amazonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Stiv Bators,
The Residents,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
Pantytec,
Arthur Verocai,
The Motions,
The Dead C,
Subhumans,
Sex Pistols,
DJ Sneak,
Scrapy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wire,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.