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 Albania and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Lightning Bolt to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
The Moleskins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sister Nancy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Sheep,
Quadrant,
Freddie Wadling,
Ice-T,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Black Dice,
The Monks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Simply Red,
Rhythm & Sound,
Second Layer,
Inner City,
Charles Mingus,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stetsasonic,
Kas Product,
Negative Approach,
The Smiths,
Cal Tjader,
Sixth Finger,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Al Stewart,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Archie Shepp,
Bush Tetras,
Ronan,
Banda Bassotti,
Dawn Penn,
Siglo XX,
X-Ray Spex,
Main Source,
kango's stein massive,
Joey Negro,
The Move,
Fear,
Bad Manners,
The Sonics,
48th St. Collective,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hoover,
Popol Vuh,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed,
The Gap Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Womack,
The Dirtbombs,
K-Klass,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.