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 Egypt and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Procol Harum to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Pulsallama,
Letta Mbulu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Leonard Cohen,
The Saints,
Eli Mardock,
The Birthday Party,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Angels of Light,
Roxy Music,
Crash Course in Science,
Dave Gahan,
Liliput,
Anakelly,
Main Source,
Absolute Body Control,
ABBA,
Sixth Finger,
Marine Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Christie,
Black Pus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Misunderstood,
Ludus,
Andrew Hill,
Q and Not U,
The Red Krayola,
Pagans,
Rod Modell,
Harry Pussy,
Connie Case,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Beau Brummels,
H. Thieme,
Yellowson,
Amazonics,
Fela Kuti,
Kayak,
U.S. Maple,
The Five Americans,
Joy Division,
Brass Construction,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barrington Levy,
Section 25,
Cal Tjader,
Don Cherry,
Ossler,
the Normal,
Can,
Piero Umiliani,
The Last Poets,
8 Eyed Spy,
Freddie Wadling,
The Doobie Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Goldenarms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.