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 Nauru and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Todd Rundgren 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Happenings,
Schoolly D,
Mantronix,
JFA,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mr. Review,
Sarah Menescal,
New Order,
The Techniques,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Swans,
Guru Guru,
Robert Görl,
Be Bop Deluxe,
One Last Wish,
the Soft Cell,
U.S. Maple,
Ponytail,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Connie Case,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Don Cherry,
Ornette Coleman,
Fela Kuti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Masters at Work,
Marmalade,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gichy Dan,
Quando Quango,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vainqueur,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yaz,
Rufus Thomas,
La Düsseldorf,
The Standells,
Cal Tjader,
The Smiths,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Bourne,
the Germs,
Kenny Larkin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Barracudas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eurythmics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joy Division,
Fugazi,
Lindisfarne,
Glenn Branca,
Q65,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.