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 Liechtenstein and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 The Dave Clark Five to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Whodini,
Glambeats Corp.,
Depeche Mode,
Aaron Thompson,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultravox,
Ten City,
The Smoke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Busters,
Slick Rick,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gories,
Isaac Hayes,
Japan,
The Blackbyrds,
Excepter,
The Searchers,
Lakeside,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronan,
Kurtis Blow,
Matthew Halsall,
Todd Rundgren,
Lower 48,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Knickerbockers,
Faust,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultra Naté,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy Collins,
Yellowson,
Bobby Byrd,
Brothers Johnson,
EPMD,
Soulsonic Force,
Fat Boys,
Schoolly D,
Lindisfarne,
Jeff Lynne,
Skaos,
Quando Quango,
Harpers Bizarre,
T.S.O.L.,
John Holt,
Average White Band,
Arab on Radar,
Television,
Brand Nubian,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eddi Front,
Scott Walker,
Ossler,
The Associates,
The Fugs,
Flipper,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.