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 Marshall Islands and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Neu! to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
T. Rex,
Brick,
The Litter,
The Real Kids,
Laurel Aitken,
Jandek,
10cc,
Terry Callier,
Khruangbin,
Marshall Jefferson,
48th St. Collective,
Prince Buster,
This Heat,
The Wake,
Ultra Naté,
Man Parrish,
Sandy B,
The Walker Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dirtbombs,
Monks,
The Music Machine,
AZ,
cv313,
Byron Stingily,
The Durutti Column,
Black Sheep,
Radiohead,
Robert Görl,
Amazonics,
the Germs,
The Trojans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fela Kuti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Cale,
Darondo,
Kaleidoscope,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Second Layer,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minnie Riperton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bush Tetras,
Steve Hackett,
Rakim,
Nas,
The Knickerbockers,
Bootsy Collins,
The American Breed,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Normal,
Dennis Brown,
The Monochrome Set,
Electric Prunes,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.