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 Nicaragua and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 Porter Ricks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Marmalade,
Little Man,
The Misunderstood,
Sam Rivers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New Age Steppers,
Cal Tjader,
Bill Wells,
The Searchers,
Popol Vuh,
Depeche Mode,
the Normal,
Matthew Bourne,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Halsall,
the Sonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jawbox,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Evens,
Piero Umiliani,
Camberwell Now,
Section 25,
Television,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skaos,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cramps,
Nas,
Todd Rundgren,
Radiohead,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Christie,
Faraquet,
Absolute Body Control,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scratch Acid,
The Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Agent Orange,
The Young Rascals,
Amazonics,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
OOIOO,
The New Christs,
Circle Jerks,
Khruangbin,
Loose Ends,
Pere Ubu,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Bar-Kays,
Anakelly,
Panda Bear,
The Motions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-102,
The Residents,
Nik Kershaw,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.