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 Germany and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 J.B.'s to the electroclash 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The American Breed,
Minnie Riperton,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Durutti Column,
Sparks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric Copeland,
AZ,
Barry Ungar,
Marvin Gaye,
Yazoo,
Max Romeo,
Make Up,
Jeff Mills,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Byrd,
Lyres,
Symarip,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Moody Blues,
Saccharine Trust,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Electric Prunes,
Erasure,
Amazonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Porter Ricks,
Tres Demented,
the Swans,
Dorothy Ashby,
EPMD,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pierre Henry,
Q and Not U,
Young Marble Giants,
Prince Buster,
Crash Course in Science,
Nico,
Gang Starr,
Duran Duran,
Davy DMX,
Leonard Cohen,
Camberwell Now,
The New Christs,
LL Cool J,
Fad Gadget,
Pere Ubu,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Bananas,
Robert Hood,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.