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 Iceland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Franke to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Quadrant,
The United States of America,
Desert Stars,
Mandrill,
Slick Rick,
Vainqueur,
Anakelly,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fluxion,
Toni Rubio,
The Kinks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
CMW,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scrapy,
Grey Daturas,
Pagans,
Sandy B,
Slave,
Barry Ungar,
Lyres,
The Zeros,
Depeche Mode,
Agitation Free,
Amazonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arcadia,
Zero Boys,
The Five Americans,
Rapeman,
The Index,
New Age Steppers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The American Breed,
Malaria!,
Clear Light,
The Busters,
Ice-T,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marvin Gaye,
Jacob Miller,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
10cc,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Metal Thangz,
Fat Boys,
Lower 48,
Stiv Bators,
Visage,
The Misunderstood,
Pantytec,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Vogues,
DNA,
Sixth Finger,
The Count Five,
X-101,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.