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 Marshall Islands and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sound Behaviour to the crunk 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dead Boys,
In Retrospect,
Girls At Our Best!,
Youth Brigade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Detroit Cobras,
Michelle Simonal,
Banda Bassotti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cowsills,
Desert Stars,
The Standells,
EPMD,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Flesh Eaters,
Isaac Hayes,
AZ,
D'Angelo,
Marine Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Brand Nubian,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thompson Twins,
The Neon Judgement,
H. Thieme,
X-101,
Siglo XX,
Tears for Fears,
Silicon Teens,
Boredoms,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grey Daturas,
The Tremeloes,
Steve Hackett,
Rites of Spring,
Aswad,
The Vogues,
DJ Style,
Mo-Dettes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Happenings,
Minny Pops,
The Selecter,
a-ha,
The Saints,
The Sound,
The Sonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Colin Newman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cybotron,
Cheater Slicks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Con Funk Shun,
Tubeway Army,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.