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 Benin and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Funkadelic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Amazonics,
Pantytec,
Sonic Youth,
T. Rex,
Das Ding,
Lower 48,
Man Parrish,
Marine Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blossom Toes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soft Cell,
Warren Ellis,
Black Flag,
Franke,
The Fortunes,
Godley & Creme,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare,
Liliput,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun Ra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blancmange,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lee Hazlewood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultra Naté,
Zapp,
Wire,
cv313,
MDC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Human League,
Glenn Branca,
Spandau Ballet,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jacob Miller,
Sam Rivers,
In Retrospect,
Junior Murvin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Con Funk Shun,
Intrusion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Slave,
The Saints,
The Walker Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Sheep,
Silicon Teens,
John Foxx,
The Buckinghams,
Technova,
The Residents,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
JFA,
Soul II Soul,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.