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 Libya and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Banda Bassotti to the grime 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Roger Hodgson,
Arthur Verocai,
Young Marble Giants,
Cal Tjader,
Godley & Creme,
Maurizio,
the Normal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roxy Music,
Big Daddy Kane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Young Rascals,
Agitation Free,
These Immortal Souls,
Gong,
Jesper Dahlback,
Accadde A,
The Saints,
Neil Young,
The Golliwogs,
Section 25,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Wyatt,
The Black Dice,
Gichy Dan,
Q and Not U,
Ken Boothe,
Pere Ubu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neu!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Stooges,
Carl Craig,
Toni Rubio,
Mars,
Marmalade,
Lyres,
Dave Gahan,
E-Dancer,
Wally Richardson,
Sugar Minott,
New Order,
The Blackbyrds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mr. Review,
Black Sheep,
Wasted Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Visage,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gabor Szabo,
Scientists,
Index,
The Names,
Fear,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.