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 Georgia 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the crunk 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Public Enemy,
Massinfluence,
The Cure,
Albert Ayler,
Rites of Spring,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Traffic Nightmare,
Crooked Eye,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Funky Four + One,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mark Hollis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Monochrome Set,
Marc Almond,
kango's stein massive,
Peter & Gordon,
Loose Ends,
Minutemen,
Alton Ellis,
Soulsonic Force,
Patti Smith,
Eurythmics,
Quando Quango,
The Sonics,
DNA,
The Fuzztones,
Mars,
Rod Modell,
James White and The Blacks,
Alison Limerick,
Rufus Thomas,
Inner City,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sight & Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Tubeway Army,
Yusef Lateef,
The Litter,
Scion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fire Engines,
Wasted Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Happenings,
Pierre Henry,
Tim Buckley,
Fluxion,
Suburban Knight,
Skaos,
Pulsallama,
The Detroit Cobras,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.