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 Samoa and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Subhumans to the crunk 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Last Poets,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
kango's stein massive,
Camberwell Now,
Mantronix,
Rakim,
Inner City,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mad Mike,
Underground Resistance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blossom Toes,
Arthur Verocai,
Archie Shepp,
Lungfish,
DNA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Monks,
Television Personalities,
Eurythmics,
Agitation Free,
Malaria!,
Sandy B,
Metal Thangz,
The Skatalites,
This Heat,
Harry Pussy,
Ken Boothe,
Crash Course in Science,
DJ Style,
Radio Birdman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vainqueur,
DJ Sneak,
Boredoms,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mummies,
La Düsseldorf,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Offenders,
The Golliwogs,
Glenn Branca,
Clear Light,
Public Enemy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ronnie Foster,
The Real Kids,
Bluetip,
Jeff Lynne,
The Buckinghams,
David McCallum,
48th St. Collective,
Leonard Cohen,
Warsaw,
Rod Modell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mandrill,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.