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 Samoa and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Amon Düül II to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Prince Buster,
Von Mondo,
Cybotron,
The Saints,
the Bar-Kays,
Popol Vuh,
the Sonics,
Scott Walker,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minutemen,
Zapp,
John Lydon,
F. McDonald,
John Coltrane,
Tubeway Army,
Deakin,
The Real Kids,
Radio Birdman,
Hardrive,
Eden Ahbez,
Idris Muhammad,
Procol Harum,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boredoms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T. Rex,
The Birthday Party,
Sugar Minott,
Faust,
The Gories,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jacques Brel,
The Music Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Pulsallama,
Desert Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Siglo XX,
Moebius,
Brass Construction,
Absolute Body Control,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Funkadelic,
Juan Atkins,
Bad Manners,
Kurtis Blow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aaron Thompson,
Pere Ubu,
Yusef Lateef,
Barrington Levy,
Marc Almond,
Josef K,
Joe Finger,
Reagan Youth,
The Techniques,
Silicon Teens,
Camouflage,
Lindisfarne,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.