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 Dominican Republic and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lindisfarne to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
AZ,
Fela Kuti,
Vladislav Delay,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
10cc,
Pussy Galore,
The Golliwogs,
One Last Wish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cowsills,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Porter Ricks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hasil Adkins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Wasted Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dead Boys,
Lakeside,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-101,
The Angels of Light,
Negative Approach,
Can,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joe Finger,
Darondo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aural Exciters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harmonia,
Procol Harum,
Sarah Menescal,
Marine Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Görl,
David McCallum,
Barclay James Harvest,
Masters at Work,
The Monks,
Ten City,
Marmalade,
Roy Ayers,
Sight & Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rhythm & Sound,
Infiniti,
MDC,
Morten Harket,
Nirvana,
kango's stein massive,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.