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 Hungary and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the punk 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves 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?
The Wake,
Suicide,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Birthday Party,
Banda Bassotti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Excepter,
Michelle Simonal,
Henry Cow,
Eden Ahbez,
Groovy Waters,
Arab on Radar,
X-102,
B.T. Express,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terry Callier,
Deakin,
The Skatalites,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brand Nubian,
Crash Course in Science,
Schoolly D,
Deepchord,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Das Ding,
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young,
The Slackers,
Erasure,
Fear,
June Days,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Angry Samoans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jerry's Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Prince Buster,
David Axelrod,
Altered Images,
Negative Approach,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Sonics,
Drexciya,
The Seeds,
Quantec,
Masters at Work,
Girls At Our Best!,
Godley & Creme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pantaleimon,
The Standells,
Wally Richardson,
Swell Maps,
Suburban Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bush Tetras,
Nils Olav,
Mission of Burma,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.