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 Malawi and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Marmalade to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Brass Construction,
The Real Kids,
Fat Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joe Smooth,
Yazoo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Residents,
Roxy Music,
Scion,
Althea and Donna,
Nico,
The Leaves,
Young Marble Giants,
The Velvet Underground,
Livin' Joy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visage,
The Techniques,
Swans,
The Dead C,
Arthur Verocai,
Pantaleimon,
the Germs,
the Sonics,
Schoolly D,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Moon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tears for Fears,
Leonard Cohen,
Albert Ayler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Organ,
The Tremeloes,
B.T. Express,
CMW,
Von Mondo,
Rod Modell,
Jeff Lynne,
Bill Wells,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Associates,
Barbara Tucker,
Alison Limerick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Negative Approach,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Wyatt,
Gichy Dan,
Lakeside,
The Slackers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gastr Del Sol,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.