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 Taiwan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
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 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Iggy Pop to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Television Personalities,
The Knickerbockers,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gun Club,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Associates,
Zapp,
Circle Jerks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mr. Review,
Chris Corsano,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Flag,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crime,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brand Nubian,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Tremeloes,
Tears for Fears,
Juan Atkins,
Fatback Band,
Duran Duran,
Boredoms,
Judy Mowatt,
Severed Heads,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thee Headcoats,
The Zeros,
Neu!,
Minny Pops,
Lyres,
Nico,
Lou Christie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Liliput,
Reuben Wilson,
Con Funk Shun,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Görl,
The Kinks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeff Lynne,
Vainqueur,
Donny Hathaway,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Colin Newman,
The Red Krayola,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Theoretical Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Scion,
Tomorrow,
The Durutti Column,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bill Wells,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.