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 Georgia and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Stiv Bators to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Stetsasonic,
Hot Snakes,
Shuggie Otis,
Colin Newman,
Japan,
The New Christs,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Move,
Saccharine Trust,
The Wake,
John Cale,
Chris Corsano,
The Grass Roots,
DJ Sneak,
Black Moon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Janne Schatter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fear,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Alarm Clocks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cymande,
Marine Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joyce Sims,
The Modern Lovers,
Blancmange,
Chrome,
The Pretty Things,
L. Decosne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
ABC,
Groovy Waters,
Joe Smooth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rakim,
Maurizio,
Wire,
Royal Trux,
Minutemen,
New Order,
Magma,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ponytail,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Buckinghams,
Prince Buster,
FM Einheit,
Rekid,
Mr. Review,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Outsiders,
Amon Düül II,
Altered Images,
Dual Sessions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.