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 Guinea and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Minor Threat to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Cybotron,
D'Angelo,
The Fall,
Piero Umiliani,
Radiohead,
the Sonics,
The Moleskins,
kango's stein massive,
Colin Newman,
Spandau Ballet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Beau Brummels,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bob Dylan,
Pantaleimon,
Easy Going,
Lucky Dragons,
Mr. Review,
Black Sheep,
Faust,
Nas,
Whodini,
L. Decosne,
Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
Porter Ricks,
K-Klass,
Mad Mike,
Saccharine Trust,
Sandy B,
Y Pants,
Wasted Youth,
MC5,
The Selecter,
Jacques Brel,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Detroit Cobras,
T.S.O.L.,
The Skatalites,
KRS-One,
Slick Rick,
Parry Music,
The Zeros,
The Modern Lovers,
New Order,
Pylon,
Pagans,
Robert Hood,
Jeff Lynne,
John Foxx,
R.M.O.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Hill,
Ken Boothe,
Dave Gahan,
Sound Behaviour,
DJ Style,
Funky Four + One,
Goldenarms,
F. McDonald,
Minor Threat,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.