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 Armenia and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Henry Cow to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Slits,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Moleskins,
Mandrill,
Quantec,
Section 25,
Black Bananas,
David McCallum,
The Trojans,
Accadde A,
Radiohead,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scott Walker,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wally Richardson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sight & Sound,
John Coltrane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amazonics,
New Age Steppers,
Young Marble Giants,
Max Romeo,
The Invisible,
Rotary Connection,
DJ Sneak,
Swell Maps,
JFA,
Sällskapet,
Ultravox,
Mo-Dettes,
Yazoo,
Erasure,
Sound Behaviour,
Mars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blackbyrds,
Zero Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Dead Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blossom Toes,
Bauhaus,
Donald Byrd,
Vainqueur,
Unrelated Segments,
Mantronix,
Roy Ayers,
The Standells,
Crash Course in Science,
Joe Smooth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Christie,
Oneida,
Organ,
Sister Nancy,
Cameo,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.