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 Iraq and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Lou Christie to the jazz 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Kerri Chandler,
Eve St. Jones,
Bob Dylan,
The Fortunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Heaven 17,
Lakeside,
Crispian St. Peters,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Selecter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Basic Channel,
Hoover,
X-Ray Spex,
L. Decosne,
Juan Atkins,
The Gun Club,
The Golliwogs,
The Moleskins,
Pole,
H. Thieme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun Ra,
the Normal,
Roxy Music,
These Immortal Souls,
Sixth Finger,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kaleidoscope,
Dead Boys,
Nils Olav,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oneida,
Tim Buckley,
Niagra,
Boredoms,
Masters at Work,
Mission of Burma,
Adolescents,
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül II,
Reagan Youth,
Minor Threat,
Electric Prunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gong,
Arcadia,
Brick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arthur Verocai,
The Victims,
Whodini,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Happenings,
Agitation Free,
Trumans Water,
Average White Band,
Bobby Womack,
The Music Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.