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 Ireland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Dual Sessions,
The Blackbyrds,
CMW,
Quando Quango,
Cameo,
Aloha Tigers,
The Smiths,
Sound Behaviour,
Neu!,
David Bowie,
Jeff Lynne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tears for Fears,
Guru Guru,
Peter & Gordon,
Idris Muhammad,
Sixth Finger,
The Buckinghams,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roxette,
Boz Scaggs,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Monochrome Set,
Godley & Creme,
The Dirtbombs,
Spoonie Gee,
Max Romeo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mummies,
The Vogues,
Basic Channel,
Deadbeat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pylon,
Minny Pops,
Talk Talk,
Das Ding,
Moss Icon,
Heaven 17,
The Leaves,
Marc Almond,
Frankie Knuckles,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric Copeland,
James White and The Blacks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brick,
Niagra,
Barrington Levy,
Ultravox,
Derrick Morgan,
Motorama,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Wyatt,
a-ha,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brand Nubian,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.