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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Vogues to the jazz 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Flipper,
Barclay James Harvest,
Todd Terry,
The Beau Brummels,
The Monochrome Set,
The Music Machine,
Funky Four + One,
Al Stewart,
John Lydon,
The Durutti Column,
Suburban Knight,
The Invisible,
Jandek,
Desert Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Outsiders,
The Zeros,
Average White Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soulsonic Force,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Archie Shepp,
Oblivians,
Siglo XX,
Eric Dolphy,
Iggy Pop,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Human League,
Thee Headcoats,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun City Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Buzzcocks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camberwell Now,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang of Four,
John Cale,
Television,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lightning Bolt,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Green,
Angry Samoans,
The Angels of Light,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lucky Dragons,
Dawn Penn,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gap Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DNA,
Newcleus,
a-ha,
Sex Pistols,
Lower 48,
Bad Manners,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.