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 Laos and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 MC5 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
The Techniques,
Zapp,
Mars,
The Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
Flash Fearless,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skarface,
Deadbeat,
Gong,
Jacob Miller,
Max Romeo,
Groovy Waters,
MDC,
kango's stein massive,
Eve St. Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Hood,
Charles Mingus,
Derrick May,
Massinfluence,
Cymande,
Crime,
Al Stewart,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
One Last Wish,
Spandau Ballet,
Dark Day,
the Sonics,
The Golliwogs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Foxx,
Average White Band,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gap Band,
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare,
Derrick Morgan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Negative Approach,
The Blackbyrds,
The Electric Prunes,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Moon,
Excepter,
DJ Sneak,
Adolescents,
Lalann,
John Lydon,
Pulsallama,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marmalade,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.