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 Turkey and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Massinfluence to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
the Normal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mars,
Trumans Water,
Barclay James Harvest,
David McCallum,
Ten City,
Cal Tjader,
Fatback Band,
Blake Baxter,
CMW,
The Gories,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fad Gadget,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kas Product,
Newcleus,
Wasted Youth,
The Trojans,
Motorama,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
Sugar Minott,
The Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
Monolake,
Brothers Johnson,
Audionom,
Zero Boys,
Technova,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marine Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Count Five,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Sneak,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grauzone,
The Moody Blues,
Matthew Bourne,
Arab on Radar,
The Birthday Party,
Wally Richardson,
Buzzcocks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Babytalk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joe Finger,
Little Man,
Maleditus Sound,
Ossler,
Eric B and Rakim,
Junior Murvin,
The Offenders,
DJ Style,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.