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 Togo and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 B.T. Express to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '70s 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 Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fall,
Minnie Riperton,
The Happenings,
The Slackers,
Cameo,
R.M.O.,
Altered Images,
Tears for Fears,
The Slits,
Livin' Joy,
MC5,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Judy Mowatt,
New Order,
Drive Like Jehu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nico,
Idris Muhammad,
Lee Hazlewood,
48th St. Collective,
the Normal,
Jacob Miller,
Marine Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joyce Sims,
Bob Dylan,
E-Dancer,
Pere Ubu,
Fear,
The Count Five,
Slick Rick,
Stetsasonic,
Agitation Free,
The Evens,
Stereo Dub,
Ossler,
Sound Behaviour,
Grey Daturas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minny Pops,
The Trojans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Subhumans,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Motions,
Goldenarms,
Maleditus Sound,
Fugazi,
Visage,
Fatback Band,
Excepter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Babytalk,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Selecter,
H. Thieme,
Johnny Osbourne,
Glenn Branca,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.