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 Ivory Coast and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dorothy Ashby to the disco 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Nick Fraelich,
James White and The Blacks,
The Red Krayola,
Wings,
The Busters,
Pagans,
Barrington Levy,
Tom Boy,
Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
Eric Dolphy,
Easy Going,
Aural Exciters,
The Birthday Party,
Theoretical Girls,
Hashim,
Toni Rubio,
Deepchord,
David McCallum,
Funky Four + One,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Swell Maps,
The Angels of Light,
The Fall,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ludus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Durutti Column,
John Coltrane,
F. McDonald,
Slick Rick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Average White Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Warren Ellis,
Bauhaus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy Collins,
Davy DMX,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harry Pussy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blancmange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
10cc,
Robert Hood,
The Neon Judgement,
Crash Course in Science,
Procol Harum,
Young Marble Giants,
The Buckinghams,
cv313,
the Soft Cell,
The Trojans,
Franke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.