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 Suriname and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Residents to the punk 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crime,
The Monochrome Set,
The Durutti Column,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Technova,
Interpol,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mr. Review,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ludus,
The Blues Magoos,
Warren Ellis,
Yusef Lateef,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eddi Front,
The Tremeloes,
Wings,
Aswad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Parrish,
The Fire Engines,
Ossler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stetsasonic,
Bronski Beat,
Boredoms,
Excepter,
a-ha,
The Motions,
Chris & Cosey,
Minny Pops,
The Invisible,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gories,
Harmonia,
Jeff Lynne,
Grey Daturas,
Youth Brigade,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Wyatt,
The Young Rascals,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Coltrane,
Marvin Gaye,
The Neon Judgement,
Kas Product,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Angels of Light,
Porter Ricks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.