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 Belarus and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Yusef Lateef to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
The Real Kids,
Infiniti,
Rites of Spring,
David Bowie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Average White Band,
Faust,
Colin Newman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tom Boy,
The Busters,
Godley & Creme,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dirtbombs,
Eddi Front,
Eden Ahbez,
The New Christs,
Delta 5,
Deadbeat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dave Clark Five,
Iggy Pop,
the Germs,
Kaleidoscope,
DNA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roy Ayers,
Eurythmics,
Quantec,
Bad Manners,
Eli Mardock,
The Modern Lovers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Accadde A,
Gang Starr,
Ultravox,
Maurizio,
The Motions,
Harmonia,
Nik Kershaw,
Judy Mowatt,
Lakeside,
KRS-One,
Sugar Minott,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Easy Going,
Fad Gadget,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Offenders,
Sam Rivers,
Nirvana,
Fear,
The Gories,
Thee Headcoats,
The Toasters,
Terrestrial Tones,
K-Klass,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.