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 Vietnam and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cal Tjader to the rock 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Byrd,
Man Parrish,
Peter and Kerry,
Minutemen,
Von Mondo,
Dave Gahan,
Peter & Gordon,
Unwound,
Lyres,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sixth Finger,
Faraquet,
the Germs,
Black Pus,
Silicon Teens,
Thompson Twins,
Quadrant,
Trumans Water,
James White and The Blacks,
Judy Mowatt,
the Slits,
Robert Wyatt,
Drexciya,
Vainqueur,
Harmonia,
The Five Americans,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dead C,
Minor Threat,
The J.B.'s,
Barrington Levy,
Marine Girls,
Wire,
Liliput,
Neil Young,
The Blues Magoos,
The New Christs,
MC5,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sound Behaviour,
John Lydon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Curtis Mayfield,
Arab on Radar,
Tubeway Army,
Aloha Tigers,
Slick Rick,
Gong,
The Monks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Görl,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skaos,
Altered Images,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Con Funk Shun,
Panda Bear,
Qualms,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.