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 France and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Mantronix to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bang On A Can,
The Gladiators,
Make Up,
Chris Corsano,
Mad Mike,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Laurel Aitken,
Magma,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Young Rascals,
Nik Kershaw,
The Stooges,
Cluster,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Germs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Rapeman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Charles Mingus,
Althea and Donna,
Minny Pops,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tim Buckley,
Marmalade,
CMW,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Supertramp,
Arab on Radar,
In Retrospect,
The Misunderstood,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bob Dylan,
Pere Ubu,
Ken Boothe,
Pagans,
Con Funk Shun,
Oblivians,
The Mojo Men,
Crispian St. Peters,
Organ,
Accadde A,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mark Hollis,
Chrome,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alison Limerick,
The Fugs,
Robert Wyatt,
Andrew Hill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thee Headcoats,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Pus,
Isaac Hayes,
Spandau Ballet,
Suicide,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.