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 Belize and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Don Cherry to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Stetsasonic,
Inner City,
The Skatalites,
Fear,
Little Man,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rakim,
Radiopuhelimet,
David Bowie,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dead C,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kevin Saunderson,
Faraquet,
Mantronix,
The Searchers,
Royal Trux,
Nico,
Black Flag,
Bobby Sherman,
Simply Red,
Stereo Dub,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grauzone,
Interpol,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun City Girls,
Neu!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Martian,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
a-ha,
Adolescents,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ronnie Foster,
Dual Sessions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skaos,
In Retrospect,
Qualms,
Grey Daturas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pierre Henry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Essential Logic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The United States of America,
The Smoke,
Index,
The Grass Roots,
Mission of Burma,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
OOIOO,
Masters at Work,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radiohead,
Scott Walker,
The Blues Magoos,
Duran Duran,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.