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 Chad and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 New York Dolls to the techno 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Tomorrow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Television Personalities,
H. Thieme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minor Threat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aural Exciters,
Urselle,
cv313,
David Axelrod,
Bill Wells,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang of Four,
Kenny Larkin,
Amon Düül II,
The Raincoats,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
The Durutti Column,
The Dirtbombs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric Copeland,
The Golliwogs,
Absolute Body Control,
Yazoo,
Terry Callier,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Altered Images,
Swell Maps,
Lakeside,
Sex Pistols,
MDC,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Reagan Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Christie,
Amon Düül,
Godley & Creme,
Half Japanese,
Henry Cow,
Kurtis Blow,
Saccharine Trust,
Skarface,
Derrick May,
Talk Talk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Angry Samoans,
The Moleskins,
Dark Day,
Bob Dylan,
The Monochrome Set,
Boz Scaggs,
Skaos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marmalade,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.