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 Jordan and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Roxy Music to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Starr,
Black Bananas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jesper Dahlback,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Flag,
Audionom,
Electric Prunes,
Technova,
Tres Demented,
Donny Hathaway,
The Offenders,
Von Mondo,
Jawbox,
Siglo XX,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
U.S. Maple,
H. Thieme,
Faust,
Bush Tetras,
The Zeros,
Andrew Hill,
Black Pus,
EPMD,
Mandrill,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Negative Approach,
The Golliwogs,
Echospace,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Circle Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
The Buckinghams,
Crime,
Matthew Bourne,
Prince Buster,
Ronnie Foster,
Shuggie Otis,
World's Most,
The Knickerbockers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Archie Shepp,
Letta Mbulu,
Marvin Gaye,
The Music Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Qualms,
Public Enemy,
Marc Almond,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mr. Review,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Porter Ricks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wolf Eyes,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.