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 Mauritania and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 the Slits to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Oneida,
Newcleus,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Star Department,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare,
Liliput,
Kas Product,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scrapy,
Connie Case,
Youth Brigade,
Smog,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sister Nancy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camouflage,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultra Naté,
Davy DMX,
The Happenings,
Hot Snakes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
In Retrospect,
Amon Düül II,
Boz Scaggs,
Fad Gadget,
Iggy Pop,
Fatback Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joy Division,
Henry Cow,
Eddi Front,
The Electric Prunes,
Wally Richardson,
Lakeside,
Shoche,
The Human League,
Black Pus,
Ronnie Foster,
The Blues Magoos,
The Real Kids,
R.M.O.,
The Fall,
Sugar Minott,
Al Stewart,
Massinfluence,
Severed Heads,
Gang Starr,
Mo-Dettes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Josef K,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Erykah Badu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Modern Lovers,
X-Ray Spex,
Reuben Wilson,
Bill Wells,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.