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 Bahrain and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 The Beau Brummels 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bad Manners,
Amon Düül II,
X-102,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neil Young,
Deadbeat,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crash Course in Science,
Wolf Eyes,
Skaos,
The Associates,
Gang Starr,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wally Richardson,
Das Ding,
Leonard Cohen,
Ronan,
Erykah Badu,
The Toasters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Drexciya,
Derrick May,
The Busters,
Black Flag,
Little Man,
Quantec,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Intrusion,
Eve St. Jones,
Lindisfarne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Surgeon,
David Bowie,
Faust,
The Durutti Column,
Bush Tetras,
Guru Guru,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Saccharine Trust,
Basic Channel,
Vainqueur,
The Gap Band,
KRS-One,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flash Fearless,
Von Mondo,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Todd Terry,
Young Marble Giants,
Aural Exciters,
Eden Ahbez,
Zero Boys,
Stereo Dub,
the Germs,
Scientists,
Yazoo,
Sixth Finger,
Ludus,
Mars,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.