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 Sierra Leone and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass 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?
Henry Cow,
Nils Olav,
Kool Moe Dee,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Minor Threat,
Vainqueur,
Lee Hazlewood,
LL Cool J,
Roxette,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Lydon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Con Funk Shun,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dave Clark Five,
Letta Mbulu,
In Retrospect,
Glenn Branca,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kayak,
Blake Baxter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crooked Eye,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Cale,
Motorama,
David Bowie,
The Searchers,
the Bar-Kays,
Barbara Tucker,
Deadbeat,
Infiniti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tomorrow,
Masters at Work,
Half Japanese,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Silicon Teens,
Amon Düül II,
Vladislav Delay,
Charles Mingus,
The Selecter,
Peter & Gordon,
Can,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Young Marble Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moby Grape,
Lakeside,
The Dirtbombs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultravox,
The Music Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.