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 Ghana and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Velvet Underground to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Curtis Mayfield,
Delta 5,
Crash Course in Science,
the Association,
La Düsseldorf,
Mandrill,
Barclay James Harvest,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Searchers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joensuu 1685,
Radio Birdman,
T.S.O.L.,
Soft Machine,
Grauzone,
Yellowson,
The Gun Club,
Accadde A,
Davy DMX,
Niagra,
Kool Moe Dee,
cv313,
Tubeway Army,
The Skatalites,
Kaleidoscope,
The Star Department,
Yazoo,
Moss Icon,
Ituana,
Crispy Ambulance,
Goldenarms,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bush Tetras,
Maleditus Sound,
Hashim,
Thee Headcoats,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Holt,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siglo XX,
Essential Logic,
Idris Muhammad,
Brass Construction,
Oneida,
Scratch Acid,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Names,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Wake,
Suburban Knight,
Todd Terry,
Nils Olav,
The Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roxy Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crooked Eye,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.