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 Botswana and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Marvin Gaye to the rap 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rites of Spring,
The Neon Judgement,
Japan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skaos,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalann,
the Swans,
Parry Music,
Von Mondo,
The Barracudas,
Los Fastidios,
Alton Ellis,
The Electric Prunes,
Toni Rubio,
Television,
Excepter,
Nik Kershaw,
Joe Smooth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Parrish,
Ten City,
The Busters,
Lower 48,
Steve Hackett,
KRS-One,
Goldenarms,
Technova,
Susan Cadogan,
Tom Boy,
Max Romeo,
Althea and Donna,
Bootsy Collins,
the Human League,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
T.S.O.L.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Sherman,
Funkadelic,
Anthony Braxton,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Moon,
Leonard Cohen,
Gichy Dan,
Wasted Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Young Rascals,
Boogie Down Productions,
Franke,
Charles Mingus,
John Lydon,
Mad Mike,
The Knickerbockers,
Tomorrow,
Tim Buckley,
New Age Steppers,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.