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 Gambia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Harmonia,
Malaria!,
Stetsasonic,
EPMD,
Roy Ayers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Piero Umiliani,
Stiv Bators,
The Barracudas,
Young Marble Giants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Todd Rundgren,
Albert Ayler,
Henry Cow,
Quadrant,
Juan Atkins,
Brick,
Scrapy,
Sugar Minott,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Davy DMX,
Judy Mowatt,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cramps,
Magazine,
The Selecter,
Ultravox,
Motorama,
One Last Wish,
Popol Vuh,
Althea and Donna,
Faraquet,
Anthony Braxton,
Monks,
Desert Stars,
Soft Cell,
Arthur Verocai,
The American Breed,
Black Pus,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Visage,
Gang Gang Dance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blancmange,
Jacob Miller,
Yusef Lateef,
Ralphi Rosario,
Royal Trux,
The Slackers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Panda Bear,
These Immortal Souls,
Ituana,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crime,
Sällskapet,
Wasted Youth,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.