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 Ghana and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ronnie Foster to the rock 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Lindisfarne,
Henry Cow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Von Mondo,
Agitation Free,
The Barracudas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neil Young,
H. Thieme,
Basic Channel,
The Move,
Sparks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Trojans,
Brand Nubian,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fatback Band,
Mars,
Ludus,
Brothers Johnson,
Rotary Connection,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Smoke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minutemen,
Althea and Donna,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Searchers,
Isaac Hayes,
The Wake,
Alice Coltrane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amazonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Faust,
Eve St. Jones,
The Toasters,
Sound Behaviour,
Chrome,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Saccharine Trust,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roxette,
Flipper,
The Cowsills,
Nik Kershaw,
Japan,
Roxy Music,
Alton Ellis,
Todd Rundgren,
Warren Ellis,
Youth Brigade,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.