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 Albania and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
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 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 OOIOO to the funk 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pere Ubu,
the Bar-Kays,
Spandau Ballet,
Arcadia,
Reuben Wilson,
Cheater Slicks,
Mars,
Warren Ellis,
Michelle Simonal,
Dead Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Unwound,
The Blackbyrds,
Todd Rundgren,
Vladislav Delay,
Jawbox,
Brass Construction,
Camouflage,
Reagan Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
Minnie Riperton,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alton Ellis,
The Angels of Light,
Gichy Dan,
John Lydon,
The Fall,
Radio Birdman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun Ra,
Royal Trux,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monks,
CMW,
Basic Channel,
Dark Day,
Roxy Music,
KRS-One,
Magazine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Isaac Hayes,
Don Cherry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bad Manners,
Gabor Szabo,
Hashim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cal Tjader,
Model 500,
June Days,
Max Romeo,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cure,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.