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 Belize and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 The Smiths to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Adolescents,
The Gap Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Delta 5,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boz Scaggs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Guru Guru,
Aural Exciters,
Arab on Radar,
Terry Callier,
Kerri Chandler,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ohio Players,
John Lydon,
Marine Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Groovy Waters,
The Doobie Brothers,
The American Breed,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mummies,
Hashim,
Spandau Ballet,
ABBA,
Matthew Halsall,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nils Olav,
Laurel Aitken,
Don Cherry,
Siglo XX,
Franke,
K-Klass,
Mantronix,
Byron Stingily,
The Last Poets,
John Coltrane,
Eric Copeland,
Peter and Kerry,
The Divine Comedy,
Brick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Johnny Clarke,
Babytalk,
Harry Pussy,
Motorama,
Marmalade,
The Real Kids,
China Crisis,
Gong,
Barrington Levy,
Sight & Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacques Brel,
Technova,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pagans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Q and Not U,
Funkadelic,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.