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 Jamaica and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 MC5 to the jazz 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
The Selecter,
Black Flag,
Don Cherry,
Wally Richardson,
Junior Murvin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
ABBA,
Banda Bassotti,
Judy Mowatt,
The New Christs,
T.S.O.L.,
Average White Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Icehouse,
New York Dolls,
Chris & Cosey,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Anthony Braxton,
Ludus,
the Germs,
Monolake,
Little Man,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Max Romeo,
Magazine,
Rakim,
Cameo,
KRS-One,
Aural Exciters,
DJ Sneak,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eddi Front,
Amon Düül II,
Altered Images,
Gang of Four,
The Names,
The Gap Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Freddie Wadling,
Todd Terry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joe Finger,
Faraquet,
Robert Görl,
the Soft Cell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Connie Case,
Boredoms,
AZ,
The Dirtbombs,
The Raincoats,
Drexciya,
X-Ray Spex,
Motorama,
Mandrill,
Mission of Burma,
Amazonics,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.