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 Iceland and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Robert Wyatt to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Black Flag,
Janne Schatter,
Graham Central Station,
PIL,
Zero Boys,
Schoolly D,
Qualms,
Negative Approach,
The Birthday Party,
Babytalk,
Fatback Band,
Neu!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nico,
DJ Sneak,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Television Personalities,
World's Most,
Fear,
The Barracudas,
Mantronix,
Adolescents,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Happenings,
Kerri Chandler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Sheep,
Rufus Thomas,
Lakeside,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Unrelated Segments,
John Coltrane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Carl Craig,
Procol Harum,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minny Pops,
Eli Mardock,
Sarah Menescal,
MDC,
Marine Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Kas Product,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Axelrod,
Liliput,
The Motions,
Iggy Pop,
Dave Gahan,
The Dirtbombs,
Davy DMX,
Judy Mowatt,
Soft Cell,
Bronski Beat,
Mad Mike,
Rosa Yemen,
Jerry's Kids,
Althea and Donna,
R.M.O.,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.