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 Russia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Robert Hood to the crunk 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aural Exciters,
Tom Boy,
Basic Channel,
Delta 5,
Dennis Brown,
X-101,
The Move,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chris & Cosey,
The Stooges,
The Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boredoms,
Iggy Pop,
Technova,
Marc Almond,
Cymande,
EPMD,
48th St. Collective,
Pulsallama,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dawn Penn,
Intrusion,
Aloha Tigers,
Funky Four + One,
Connie Case,
The Moleskins,
Jerry's Kids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mark Hollis,
Spoonie Gee,
The Leaves,
Shuggie Otis,
Lindisfarne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nirvana,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker,
Neu!,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stereo Dub,
The Blackbyrds,
The Standells,
Wire,
In Retrospect,
John Coltrane,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slits,
The Dave Clark Five,
David Bowie,
The Smiths,
Soft Machine,
Brass Construction,
Quando Quango,
Lungfish,
Lalann,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.