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 India and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Boz Scaggs to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Al Stewart,
Prince Buster,
Junior Murvin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Iggy Pop,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pere Ubu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lucky Dragons,
LL Cool J,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Drexciya,
The Evens,
Second Layer,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
In Retrospect,
Joyce Sims,
Derrick Morgan,
Magma,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
Davy DMX,
Pierre Henry,
June of 44,
The Gap Band,
Stereo Dub,
Tom Boy,
James White and The Blacks,
Ice-T,
Cluster,
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Terry,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Selecter,
Qualms,
the Sonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cymande,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bush Tetras,
Sex Pistols,
Nas,
Pussy Galore,
Mr. Review,
Section 25,
Black Pus,
The Searchers,
Sound Behaviour,
The Names,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker,
Skriet,
Lower 48,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jacob Miller,
Albert Ayler,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.