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 Italy and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Loose Ends to the funk 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nas,
Spandau Ballet,
The Vogues,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
cv313,
The Fugs,
Minnie Riperton,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tom Boy,
Sun Ra,
Ornette Coleman,
The Real Kids,
Pantaleimon,
Donald Byrd,
Agent Orange,
Bill Wells,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magma,
Sugar Minott,
Aural Exciters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Iggy Pop,
Livin' Joy,
Janne Schatter,
R.M.O.,
Kayak,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Slackers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Youth Brigade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mummies,
Johnny Clarke,
David Bowie,
Qualms,
Crooked Eye,
Stiv Bators,
B.T. Express,
Laurel Aitken,
John Cale,
Soulsonic Force,
China Crisis,
Icehouse,
Camouflage,
Goldenarms,
Monks,
Los Fastidios,
Deepchord,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kaleidoscope,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sound Behaviour,
Roxette,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Zapp,
Sparks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.