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 Zambia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the funk 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Warsaw,
Brand Nubian,
Mo-Dettes,
the Normal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Sherman,
Prince Buster,
Eli Mardock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Agent Orange,
Model 500,
Frankie Knuckles,
F. McDonald,
The Human League,
the Germs,
Youth Brigade,
The Fall,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Anakelly,
Livin' Joy,
The Cure,
The American Breed,
Lee Hazlewood,
Letta Mbulu,
Chris & Cosey,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül,
Tommy Roe,
MDC,
Jeff Lynne,
One Last Wish,
Andrew Hill,
the Sonics,
Black Moon,
Warren Ellis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Organ,
Dennis Brown,
The Birthday Party,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flipper,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heaven 17,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vladislav Delay,
DJ Style,
Bill Wells,
Tom Boy,
Susan Cadogan,
Audionom,
Jacob Miller,
Patti Smith,
Max Romeo,
Robert Görl,
Hot Snakes,
Cheater Slicks,
Joyce Sims,
The Martian,
The Blues Magoos,
Skarface,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.