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 Solomon Islands and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Mr. Review to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Fela Kuti,
Black Bananas,
Whodini,
Clear Light,
Gong,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Colin Newman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Red Krayola,
The Fugs,
U.S. Maple,
Eve St. Jones,
Jacob Miller,
Chrome,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Selecter,
Mr. Review,
Rites of Spring,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boz Scaggs,
Excepter,
The Walker Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alton Ellis,
The Star Department,
K-Klass,
Danielle Patucci,
The Buckinghams,
Suicide,
The Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
Tomorrow,
Delta 5,
The Music Machine,
Desert Stars,
Unwound,
Archie Shepp,
Rakim,
Ossler,
KRS-One,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Idris Muhammad,
Janne Schatter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nas,
Bobby Sherman,
Sam Rivers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Silicon Teens,
Junior Murvin,
Cal Tjader,
Arab on Radar,
Inner City,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Technova,
MDC,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.