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 Somalia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the funk 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
T. Rex,
Kenny Larkin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Young Rascals,
Infiniti,
Joey Negro,
Rakim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blake Baxter,
Aswad,
Deakin,
Amon Düül II,
Black Flag,
Massinfluence,
Au Pairs,
Alton Ellis,
Michelle Simonal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Byron Stingily,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cluster,
Ituana,
cv313,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funky Four + One,
Crime,
Scott Walker,
Cymande,
Vainqueur,
Ponytail,
Agitation Free,
Bauhaus,
Funkadelic,
Duran Duran,
Ronan,
Lindisfarne,
The Golliwogs,
Television,
Pulsallama,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Don Cherry,
Surgeon,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young,
MC5,
Young Marble Giants,
Cheater Slicks,
Arthur Verocai,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Porter Ricks,
The Angels of Light,
The Human League,
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Siglo XX,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fortunes,
Khruangbin,
James White and The Blacks,
Audionom,
Loose Ends,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.