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 Pakistan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Skarface to the grunge 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Gong,
Brothers Johnson,
Marine Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Pagans,
Amon Düül II,
The Neon Judgement,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mojo Men,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pussy Galore,
Jeff Mills,
Boredoms,
Severed Heads,
Colin Newman,
Eddi Front,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Sheep,
Gang Green,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sandy B,
Rufus Thomas,
Anakelly,
Popol Vuh,
Au Pairs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Walker Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Siglo XX,
Joensuu 1685,
The New Christs,
The J.B.'s,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Görl,
The Blackbyrds,
Organ,
The Gap Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Guru Guru,
Rapeman,
Faust,
OOIOO,
Johnny Clarke,
The Toasters,
Y Pants,
Peter & Gordon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ludus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brass Construction,
Loose Ends,
Nas,
The Cowsills,
Cybotron,
Cecil Taylor,
Howard Jones,
Moss Icon,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.