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 Tajikistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sex Pistols to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Soft Cell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kaleidoscope,
Brand Nubian,
Gastr Del Sol,
Byron Stingily,
Television,
Gabor Szabo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skarface,
Matthew Halsall,
10cc,
Boredoms,
Royal Trux,
F. McDonald,
Kayak,
The Dave Clark Five,
Q and Not U,
Malaria!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bronski Beat,
Altered Images,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dirtbombs,
Graham Central Station,
Fluxion,
Jeff Lynne,
Albert Ayler,
Jeru the Damaja,
B.T. Express,
Little Man,
These Immortal Souls,
Young Marble Giants,
Porter Ricks,
Bill Wells,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Zeros,
Sun City Girls,
Ituana,
Erykah Badu,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Starr,
Marmalade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Martian,
Dennis Brown,
Michelle Simonal,
Stiv Bators,
Symarip,
Zero Boys,
Technova,
Slave,
Warsaw,
Arcadia,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cameo,
The J.B.'s,
Roy Ayers,
Johnny Clarke,
the Normal,
Section 25,
The Gap Band,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.