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 Syria and from London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Soulsonic Force to the punk 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Slackers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ituana,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Clear Light,
the Association,
Surgeon,
Altered Images,
Dawn Penn,
Boredoms,
Gregory Isaacs,
Danielle Patucci,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Essential Logic,
The Martian,
Thee Headcoats,
Stereo Dub,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grey Daturas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Inner City,
Erasure,
Rufus Thomas,
Chris Corsano,
Bizarre Inc.,
Maurizio,
The Music Machine,
Moby Grape,
The Seeds,
Aaron Thompson,
Bootsy Collins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cheater Slicks,
Supertramp,
Erykah Badu,
Bluetip,
Chris & Cosey,
Juan Atkins,
Arthur Verocai,
James White and The Blacks,
Davy DMX,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Evens,
Thompson Twins,
Second Layer,
Pagans,
Patti Smith,
Sandy B,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wings,
Terry Callier,
Make Up,
Sonny Sharrock,
Organ,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.