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 Uruguay and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marine Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Faraquet,
China Crisis,
Amon Düül II,
Joyce Sims,
Lucky Dragons,
Liliput,
Pussy Galore,
Black Moon,
Average White Band,
Malaria!,
Gang Starr,
Cameo,
The Red Krayola,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dead Boys,
The Slackers,
The Cure,
Cybotron,
Skarface,
Henry Cow,
Angry Samoans,
ABC,
Quadrant,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sparks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Reagan Youth,
Graham Central Station,
Adolescents,
Theoretical Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crash Course in Science,
The Kinks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soft Machine,
The Index,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Cale,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dirtbombs,
Magma,
Stereo Dub,
Sonny Sharrock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alton Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Parry Music,
The Mojo Men,
Magazine,
MC5,
The American Breed,
Alison Limerick,
Au Pairs,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.