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 Oman and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Joe Finger,
New Order,
Shuggie Otis,
Steve Hackett,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Byrd,
Funkadelic,
Roxette,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nils Olav,
Visage,
Von Mondo,
Japan,
The Golliwogs,
FM Einheit,
Marmalade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fluxion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moleskins,
China Crisis,
Kaleidoscope,
The Human League,
Donald Byrd,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fire Engines,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Five Americans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aswad,
Cheater Slicks,
CMW,
Ituana,
Qualms,
Clear Light,
Harry Pussy,
Radio Birdman,
Theoretical Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Skaos,
Scratch Acid,
Blake Baxter,
Bauhaus,
Thee Headcoats,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mummies,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Smiths,
The Names,
The Dirtbombs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tom Boy,
The Evens,
The Standells,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.