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 Lesotho and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Soul II Soul to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Deakin,
Quadrant,
The Misunderstood,
Danielle Patucci,
The Names,
Aural Exciters,
Minnie Riperton,
Fluxion,
The Fall,
Joensuu 1685,
Blancmange,
The New Christs,
K-Klass,
Jacques Brel,
Monks,
Bob Dylan,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Divine Comedy,
Mo-Dettes,
H. Thieme,
Boz Scaggs,
The Pop Group,
Pole,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bootsy Collins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Godley & Creme,
Brass Construction,
Jeru the Damaja,
MC5,
Terry Callier,
Tim Buckley,
Funky Four + One,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stetsasonic,
The Raincoats,
X-101,
Slave,
The Black Dice,
Mary Jane Girls,
Urselle,
Isaac Hayes,
Ten City,
Connie Case,
Duran Duran,
Lou Christie,
Marc Almond,
Andrew Hill,
Eric Dolphy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Martian,
Depeche Mode,
the Bar-Kays,
The Five Americans,
Little Man,
Schoolly D,
Kayak,
Mars,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.