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 Russia and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Monks to the rock 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Q65,
David Bowie,
Moby Grape,
Warsaw,
Terry Callier,
Jeff Mills,
Jawbox,
Ultra Naté,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Trojans,
Talk Talk,
Minutemen,
Pantytec,
Popol Vuh,
The Invisible,
Theoretical Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Crime,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gil Scott Heron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Five Americans,
The Toasters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tubeway Army,
Model 500,
Soft Machine,
Bauhaus,
Eli Mardock,
Sällskapet,
Arcadia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lucky Dragons,
The Grass Roots,
Letta Mbulu,
Schoolly D,
Cheater Slicks,
Archie Shepp,
L. Decosne,
Main Source,
The United States of America,
ABBA,
Zapp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Heaven 17,
Wire,
Alison Limerick,
Blancmange,
Grey Daturas,
Skarface,
The Neon Judgement,
The Monochrome Set,
Henry Cow,
The Music Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ohio Players,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.