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 Belarus and from New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the funk 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Smog,
Lungfish,
Roy Ayers,
F. McDonald,
Nas,
Connie Case,
X-Ray Spex,
Babytalk,
Prince Buster,
John Lydon,
Alphaville,
The Alarm Clocks,
A Certain Ratio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Echospace,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Unwound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soulsonic Force,
Pere Ubu,
Joe Smooth,
Aural Exciters,
Sällskapet,
The Five Americans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Stooges,
Minnie Riperton,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Faraquet,
Agitation Free,
OOIOO,
Bluetip,
The Names,
Funky Four + One,
June of 44,
Minny Pops,
Subhumans,
The Leaves,
B.T. Express,
Spoonie Gee,
Zero Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
The United States of America,
Newcleus,
Bad Manners,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Idris Muhammad,
Theoretical Girls,
Ponytail,
Amon Düül II,
Nik Kershaw,
Warsaw,
Heaven 17,
Quando Quango,
Groovy Waters,
The Music Machine,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.