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 Botswana and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Tropical Tobacco to the rock 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Techniques,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mary Jane Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Scientists,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Adolescents,
Stereo Dub,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Human League,
Masters at Work,
Section 25,
Sonic Youth,
Marc Almond,
OOIOO,
Monolake,
The Blackbyrds,
MC5,
Kurtis Blow,
Liliput,
China Crisis,
Trumans Water,
Piero Umiliani,
John Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
Colin Newman,
Nik Kershaw,
The Searchers,
Eli Mardock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Pop Group,
Ludus,
Sister Nancy,
MDC,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
H. Thieme,
Blossom Toes,
One Last Wish,
Prince Buster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Zapp,
Tom Boy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Wyatt,
Cal Tjader,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Surgeon,
Desert Stars,
Depeche Mode,
David Bowie,
Oblivians,
Panda Bear,
Electric Prunes,
Saccharine Trust,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Procol Harum,
Clear Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.