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 Vanuatu and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cybotron to the dance 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Franke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Excepter,
DJ Style,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nirvana,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alison Limerick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Sheep,
A Certain Ratio,
Rufus Thomas,
Pere Ubu,
Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roxy Music,
the Germs,
Swell Maps,
Metal Thangz,
Henry Cow,
Zapp,
The Trojans,
Howard Jones,
The Doors,
Goldenarms,
Bronski Beat,
Technova,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Procol Harum,
Man Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
John Holt,
Desert Stars,
DJ Sneak,
The Victims,
Niagra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Derrick May,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Finger,
E-Dancer,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dorothy Ashby,
Average White Band,
Scott Walker,
Eden Ahbez,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Electric Prunes,
AZ,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lightning Bolt,
Underground Resistance,
Bob Dylan,
Quantec,
Dennis Brown,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.