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 St Lucia and from New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 cv313 to the crunk 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Radio Birdman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stiv Bators,
Babytalk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soft Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Zapp,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Victims,
The Invisible,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Wake,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Althea and Donna,
The Star Department,
Gang Green,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang of Four,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Lydon,
The Golliwogs,
Graham Central Station,
L. Decosne,
Mandrill,
Con Funk Shun,
The Selecter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Das Ding,
Livin' Joy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Panda Bear,
The Count Five,
Buzzcocks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Parry Music,
Hardrive,
Gong,
The Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Bar-Kays,
The New Christs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sandy B,
Gang Starr,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Little Man,
The Detroit Cobras,
Section 25,
Maurizio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barrington Levy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Silicon Teens,
Barbara Tucker,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Colin Newman,
The Toasters,
Theoretical Girls,
Au Pairs,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.