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 Slovenia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Don Cherry to the rap 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arab on Radar,
The Index,
T.S.O.L.,
Josef K,
Massinfluence,
Robert Görl,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Association,
The Monochrome Set,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Can,
Moebius,
Nils Olav,
Brothers Johnson,
Japan,
the Germs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Pop Group,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bush Tetras,
Jacob Miller,
Moby Grape,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Talk Talk,
Connie Case,
The Fuzztones,
Eric Copeland,
Amon Düül II,
Slick Rick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David Bowie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Basic Channel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-102,
Infiniti,
Juan Atkins,
Alphaville,
Yusef Lateef,
The Leaves,
Country Teasers,
Youth Brigade,
Make Up,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Shoche,
Pere Ubu,
Colin Newman,
Jawbox,
China Crisis,
The Doors,
E-Dancer,
These Immortal Souls,
Theoretical Girls,
Severed Heads,
Ohio Players,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.