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 Croatia and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ten City to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
The Birthday Party,
This Heat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stereo Dub,
Jacques Brel,
kango's stein massive,
Alice Coltrane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Urselle,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wasted Youth,
Pagans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sällskapet,
Newcleus,
Talk Talk,
Saccharine Trust,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fall,
In Retrospect,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
Minny Pops,
Danielle Patucci,
Eden Ahbez,
Iggy Pop,
Soul Sonic Force,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultravox,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Invisible,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skaos,
ABBA,
Brothers Johnson,
Faust,
Wings,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Eli Mardock,
Lucky Dragons,
Absolute Body Control,
Supertramp,
The Busters,
Black Bananas,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Womack,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
Boredoms,
Dark Day,
T. Rex,
Joe Smooth,
Silicon Teens,
Suicide,
Warren Ellis,
Model 500,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dirtbombs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.