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 Honduras and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 X-101 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood,
Con Funk Shun,
Slave,
Eurythmics,
Intrusion,
Supertramp,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Techniques,
Eli Mardock,
Harmonia,
Fatback Band,
Joy Division,
Grey Daturas,
John Foxx,
Idris Muhammad,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
The Count Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Maurizio,
Nas,
The Selecter,
Byron Stingily,
Deadbeat,
Lightning Bolt,
The Grass Roots,
Ohio Players,
Anthony Braxton,
Agitation Free,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed,
Hardrive,
Newcleus,
David Bowie,
Warren Ellis,
Godley & Creme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Subhumans,
Icehouse,
Smog,
Marine Girls,
Animal Collective,
Shoche,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ken Boothe,
These Immortal Souls,
Wasted Youth,
John Lydon,
Robert Hood,
Eden Ahbez,
Los Fastidios,
Tommy Roe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Real Kids,
In Retrospect,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kayak,
Groovy Waters,
Spandau Ballet,
The Victims,
The Mojo Men,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.