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 Kenya and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The American Breed to the rock 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Pussy Galore,
Joensuu 1685,
Heaven 17,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Angels of Light,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ice-T,
X-Ray Spex,
Soulsonic Force,
June of 44,
The Pop Group,
The Standells,
Kenny Larkin,
The J.B.'s,
Iggy Pop,
Visage,
Trumans Water,
Flash Fearless,
Guru Guru,
The Index,
Mandrill,
Technova,
Tom Boy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Terry,
Massinfluence,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Andrew Hill,
The Count Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Sherman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Schoolly D,
The Names,
Ultra Naté,
Suburban Knight,
Davy DMX,
The Move,
Rotary Connection,
Pylon,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mummies,
Pantytec,
Basic Channel,
Alice Coltrane,
the Normal,
Steve Hackett,
Radiopuhelimet,
Excepter,
One Last Wish,
Don Cherry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
La Düsseldorf,
Dave Gahan,
Slick Rick,
John Foxx,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.