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 Norway and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Kerri Chandler to the funk 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Ten City 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Robert Wyatt,
The New Christs,
Black Bananas,
Audionom,
La Düsseldorf,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gories,
Robert Hood,
Deakin,
the Soft Cell,
Marvin Gaye,
Fat Boys,
The Stooges,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Saccharine Trust,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Morten Harket,
Inner City,
The Gladiators,
Easy Going,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Los Fastidios,
The Count Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalann,
Avey Tare,
Rotary Connection,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Seeds,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monochrome Set,
The Shadows of Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Star Department,
Shoche,
The Monks,
Harry Pussy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fluxion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Grass Roots,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Silicon Teens,
Patti Smith,
The Angels of Light,
E-Dancer,
Jacob Miller,
Jacques Brel,
The Cramps,
Janne Schatter,
Quadrant,
Kaleidoscope,
Wings,
Sight & Sound,
Monolake,
Kerri Chandler,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.