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 Nicaragua and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 The Selecter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marmalade,
Black Bananas,
Mars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stiv Bators,
The Motions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lalann,
Lower 48,
the Slits,
Con Funk Shun,
Dark Day,
Rod Modell,
Mary Jane Girls,
L. Decosne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
MC5,
Neil Young,
Los Fastidios,
the Sonics,
Sun Ra,
Joe Smooth,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Residents,
Arcadia,
Boz Scaggs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Steve Hackett,
Silicon Teens,
Anakelly,
Iggy Pop,
Bill Wells,
H. Thieme,
Mo-Dettes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ice-T,
Albert Ayler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Section 25,
Hardrive,
The Saints,
The Litter,
Arthur Verocai,
Swell Maps,
Rhythm & Sound,
New Age Steppers,
the Normal,
Banda Bassotti,
B.T. Express,
Sunsets and Hearts,
JFA,
Supertramp,
Gichy Dan,
Sound Behaviour,
Masters at Work,
The Gladiators,
Absolute Body Control,
The Pop Group,
The Angels of Light,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.