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 Uruguay and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Toni Rubio to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
La Düsseldorf,
Jacob Miller,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alphaville,
Crooked Eye,
Throbbing Gristle,
F. McDonald,
The Wake,
Malaria!,
The Associates,
Oblivians,
Panda Bear,
PIL,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boredoms,
Sun Ra,
Maurizio,
Joey Negro,
Erasure,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mo-Dettes,
Sam Rivers,
Scion,
MC5,
The Dave Clark Five,
Main Source,
Cal Tjader,
The Doors,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The New Christs,
Josef K,
The Monks,
Drexciya,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fela Kuti,
Minor Threat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
ABBA,
Chris & Cosey,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lower 48,
Robert Görl,
Roy Ayers,
Janne Schatter,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cluster,
Steve Hackett,
The Leaves,
Alice Coltrane,
Wally Richardson,
Davy DMX,
The Divine Comedy,
Crime,
Babytalk,
Tomorrow,
Piero Umiliani,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eden Ahbez,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.