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 East Timor and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gang of Four to the disco 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne 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?
X-102,
Organ,
Don Cherry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Technova,
The Knickerbockers,
Sex Pistols,
Chris Corsano,
CMW,
Ultravox,
Shoche,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare,
The Tremeloes,
Pussy Galore,
Gichy Dan,
Bad Manners,
Y Pants,
Nils Olav,
Jawbox,
Donald Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
Basic Channel,
Pierre Henry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blossom Toes,
Alton Ellis,
Rakim,
Dave Gahan,
Peter and Kerry,
Pere Ubu,
Ken Boothe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Associates,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mo-Dettes,
Audionom,
the Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
Depeche Mode,
X-101,
Essential Logic,
Scientists,
Swell Maps,
Swans,
ABC,
Reuben Wilson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Unrelated Segments,
Visage,
New Age Steppers,
Buzzcocks,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Invisible,
Scratch Acid,
MDC,
Ronnie Foster,
Metal Thangz,
Nik Kershaw,
Bob Dylan,
Con Funk Shun,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.