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 Paraguay and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
The Smoke,
Can,
Metal Thangz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Excepter,
Mars,
Lyres,
Simply Red,
The Remains,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marine Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Selecter,
Eddi Front,
Duran Duran,
Letta Mbulu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DJ Sneak,
Sight & Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Ice-T,
The New Christs,
Khruangbin,
Popol Vuh,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kenny Larkin,
Junior Murvin,
The Moleskins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dirtbombs,
Cymande,
Visage,
Massinfluence,
Altered Images,
The Last Poets,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Leaves,
Grey Daturas,
Gichy Dan,
Glenn Branca,
Tropical Tobacco,
David Bowie,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neil Young,
The Fuzztones,
Half Japanese,
Infiniti,
The Real Kids,
The Searchers,
Eden Ahbez,
Brand Nubian,
Franke,
Funkadelic,
David Axelrod,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mojo Men,
MDC,
Smog,
Pierre Henry,
The Knickerbockers,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.