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 Kosovo and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Royal Trux to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Harmonia,
Desert Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Derrick May,
The Residents,
a-ha,
Moss Icon,
Blancmange,
Stereo Dub,
Thompson Twins,
Index,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Techniques,
Parry Music,
Alphaville,
Tres Demented,
Peter & Gordon,
Crooked Eye,
Magma,
The Fire Engines,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bad Manners,
Joensuu 1685,
Audionom,
Alice Coltrane,
OOIOO,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
T.S.O.L.,
Con Funk Shun,
Roger Hodgson,
Charles Mingus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Hill,
Black Flag,
Saccharine Trust,
Joe Smooth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mandrill,
Jacob Miller,
The Durutti Column,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roxy Music,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minny Pops,
Neu!,
Scratch Acid,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eli Mardock,
Ituana,
Aural Exciters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New York Dolls,
Anakelly,
Lower 48,
Blake Baxter,
MC5,
Gang Gang Dance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Germs,
Von Mondo,
CMW,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.