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 Spain and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Slits to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fire Engines,
Quadrant,
Accadde A,
Peter and Kerry,
the Soft Cell,
Jacob Miller,
Fatback Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Angry Samoans,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Sherman,
Audionom,
B.T. Express,
Ohio Players,
Soulsonic Force,
Jawbox,
Index,
Minnie Riperton,
Magma,
Mandrill,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fuzztones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Don Cherry,
Con Funk Shun,
Supertramp,
Rod Modell,
Thompson Twins,
Main Source,
Ice-T,
Albert Ayler,
The Gories,
Kenny Larkin,
Unwound,
the Bar-Kays,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Barracudas,
Whodini,
Gabor Szabo,
Bluetip,
Crime,
New Age Steppers,
The Stooges,
UT,
Eden Ahbez,
The Moody Blues,
Roger Hodgson,
X-102,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chris & Cosey,
The Durutti Column,
Fat Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Desert Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Mantronix,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.