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 Macedonia and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 In Retrospect to the disco 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
The Slits,
The Cowsills,
the Slits,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Judy Mowatt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barry Ungar,
Marvin Gaye,
Soft Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Public Enemy,
Cecil Taylor,
Kenny Larkin,
Bronski Beat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Matthew Halsall,
Maurizio,
Trumans Water,
The Monks,
Glenn Branca,
Sonic Youth,
Pylon,
The Toasters,
U.S. Maple,
Blake Baxter,
The Sonics,
La Düsseldorf,
8 Eyed Spy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Howard Jones,
Toni Rubio,
The Fortunes,
Massinfluence,
Sun Ra,
Alphaville,
Soul II Soul,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric Dolphy,
Cymande,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Doobie Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Eden Ahbez,
Bush Tetras,
Hot Snakes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
OOIOO,
Amon Düül,
Monks,
the Sonics,
Robert Hood,
The Happenings,
Minor Threat,
Crispian St. Peters,
cv313,
Tres Demented,
Sugar Minott,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.