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 Burkina and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 crunk 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Agitation Free,
Toni Rubio,
The Electric Prunes,
The Seeds,
Mandrill,
Stiv Bators,
Pagans,
Black Pus,
Boredoms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Durutti Column,
The Names,
Todd Terry,
Tears for Fears,
The Litter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Connie Case,
Terry Callier,
Swell Maps,
The Real Kids,
Reuben Wilson,
Chrome,
Second Layer,
Oneida,
John Holt,
Joe Smooth,
Chris Corsano,
The Raincoats,
Public Enemy,
Excepter,
Tommy Roe,
Popol Vuh,
The Cure,
La Düsseldorf,
Das Ding,
The Mummies,
Gong,
New Order,
Peter & Gordon,
Hasil Adkins,
Organ,
Newcleus,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun Ra,
Robert Wyatt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cybotron,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Davy DMX,
Ten City,
Gang of Four,
Hot Snakes,
Aswad,
The Count Five,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.