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 Eritrea and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tears for Fears to the jazz 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a 808 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 chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
The Leaves,
Flash Fearless,
Mission of Burma,
Fear,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hardrive,
Neil Young,
The Neon Judgement,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Five Americans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacob Miller,
Harmonia,
Slave,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Certain Ratio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bang On A Can,
the Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
48th St. Collective,
Porter Ricks,
Mandrill,
Bootsy Collins,
David Bowie,
Tim Buckley,
Sex Pistols,
Stereo Dub,
Swans,
Archie Shepp,
Newcleus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cheater Slicks,
H. Thieme,
Barbara Tucker,
The Alarm Clocks,
Piero Umiliani,
Rufus Thomas,
the Bar-Kays,
Ituana,
Althea and Donna,
Smog,
The Divine Comedy,
Mo-Dettes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ronnie Foster,
The Kinks,
the Sonics,
Robert Hood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Prince Buster,
Marc Almond,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minnie Riperton,
Matthew Halsall,
Lucky Dragons,
Shoche,
D'Angelo,
Crooked Eye,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.