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 Rwanda and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Los Fastidios to the jazz 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vladislav Delay,
Stereo Dub,
Excepter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Names,
The Toasters,
David Bowie,
Skaos,
The Searchers,
The Skatalites,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bad Manners,
Laurel Aitken,
Urselle,
Television Personalities,
Nick Fraelich,
Essential Logic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nas,
Susan Cadogan,
The Remains,
John Lydon,
The Knickerbockers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moebius,
Pere Ubu,
Aloha Tigers,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cramps,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fat Boys,
DJ Style,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pierre Henry,
Iggy Pop,
Isaac Hayes,
Slave,
Sugar Minott,
Rites of Spring,
Surgeon,
June Days,
John Holt,
Oneida,
Marc Almond,
Mark Hollis,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gories,
Siglo XX,
The Fire Engines,
Niagra,
Ken Boothe,
Marmalade,
Eric Dolphy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Television,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Happenings,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.