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 Kenya and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 FM Einheit to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grauzone,
Amon Düül II,
DJ Sneak,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rhythm & Sound,
Echospace,
The Selecter,
The Misunderstood,
The Fortunes,
Mission of Burma,
Public Enemy,
Lyres,
Marc Almond,
Porter Ricks,
The Techniques,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Cale,
Cal Tjader,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jandek,
Pantaleimon,
Silicon Teens,
Eric Copeland,
Underground Resistance,
Leonard Cohen,
Sixth Finger,
Flash Fearless,
Infiniti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Urselle,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Basic Channel,
Pierre Henry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dual Sessions,
Eurythmics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Inner City,
Duran Duran,
David Bowie,
Scan 7,
Circle Jerks,
Al Stewart,
Shuggie Otis,
Reagan Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Godley & Creme,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blues Magoos,
Ludus,
Spandau Ballet,
David McCallum,
Arthur Verocai,
the Slits,
Harmonia,
The Raincoats,
Babytalk,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.