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 Angola and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Stereo Dub to the rap 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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
ABC,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doobie Brothers,
DNA,
Roxette,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moebius,
Ronan,
Newcleus,
Black Moon,
Scientists,
Country Teasers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Bananas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New York Dolls,
Scan 7,
Funkadelic,
Joe Finger,
Harmonia,
Robert Wyatt,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Flag,
The Count Five,
Massinfluence,
The Monochrome Set,
Eli Mardock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Camberwell Now,
The Zeros,
Crime,
Scion,
Isaac Hayes,
Bill Near,
The Saints,
One Last Wish,
Can,
Junior Murvin,
Visage,
Technova,
Quando Quango,
Alton Ellis,
X-101,
The Stooges,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tomorrow,
Mars,
Tubeway Army,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Agitation Free,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sister Nancy,
Pere Ubu,
The Litter,
the Sonics,
Q and Not U,
Susan Cadogan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Franke,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.