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 United Kingdom and from Toronto.
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 Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 Ultimate Spinach to the grunge 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Newcleus,
Bluetip,
Schoolly D,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Monolake,
The Angels of Light,
Boredoms,
Camberwell Now,
Harmonia,
cv313,
Arthur Verocai,
Wings,
Aswad,
Minor Threat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pierre Henry,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Human League,
Rekid,
Stetsasonic,
Severed Heads,
Johnny Clarke,
Sound Behaviour,
The Leaves,
the Soft Cell,
Donald Byrd,
Lower 48,
Cheater Slicks,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Starr,
Albert Ayler,
Grauzone,
Au Pairs,
Roy Ayers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Real Kids,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Black Dice,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lindisfarne,
Tim Buckley,
Todd Rundgren,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kenny Larkin,
Altered Images,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Surgeon,
Quadrant,
The Detroit Cobras,
Desert Stars,
Robert Görl,
Deadbeat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fugazi,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
One Last Wish,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.