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 Kazakhstan and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 The Detroit Cobras to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
The Real Kids,
Fela Kuti,
Rosa Yemen,
The Grass Roots,
New York Dolls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Move,
The Moleskins,
the Sonics,
Sight & Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mummies,
Alison Limerick,
The Last Poets,
World's Most,
Quadrant,
Tim Buckley,
Loose Ends,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Lydon,
The Black Dice,
D'Angelo,
Underground Resistance,
Easy Going,
Lucky Dragons,
Skarface,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Music Machine,
Junior Murvin,
Silicon Teens,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bill Wells,
Lee Hazlewood,
Can,
Nils Olav,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scientists,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Andrew Hill,
The Dirtbombs,
Lindisfarne,
Dawn Penn,
Letta Mbulu,
Shuggie Otis,
Darondo,
Public Enemy,
Skaos,
Franke,
The Doors,
Second Layer,
Young Marble Giants,
Yazoo,
The Raincoats,
The Dead C,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Flag,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marc Almond,
Babytalk,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.