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 Jamaica and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Last Poets to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Suicide,
Supertramp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
La Düsseldorf,
Main Source,
Porter Ricks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tom Boy,
Tres Demented,
Ultravox,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joyce Sims,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Tremeloes,
Iggy Pop,
Unrelated Segments,
Kenny Larkin,
Archie Shepp,
David Axelrod,
Gang Starr,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kool Moe Dee,
Make Up,
Letta Mbulu,
Agent Orange,
Tomorrow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Agitation Free,
Derrick Morgan,
Interpol,
The Fortunes,
DJ Style,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Second Layer,
Los Fastidios,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fuzztones,
The Gap Band,
B.T. Express,
Joey Negro,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Country Teasers,
Reagan Youth,
Altered Images,
Half Japanese,
E-Dancer,
Scott Walker,
The Dirtbombs,
Sixth Finger,
Banda Bassotti,
Gabor Szabo,
The Raincoats,
T. Rex,
Arcadia,
Thompson Twins,
Fad Gadget,
the Bar-Kays,
Malaria!,
Tears for Fears,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.