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 Malta and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Ice-T to the dance 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 an organ and a linndrum 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Eric Copeland,
Hasil Adkins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Certain Ratio,
Warsaw,
Godley & Creme,
Mr. Review,
Tubeway Army,
Drexciya,
New York Dolls,
The Angels of Light,
Sexual Harrassment,
L. Decosne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ken Boothe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Anakelly,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Zero Boys,
Technova,
Pole,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Donny Hathaway,
Section 25,
The Mojo Men,
Gabor Szabo,
Pulsallama,
KRS-One,
Yazoo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rufus Thomas,
T.S.O.L.,
Chris & Cosey,
Barry Ungar,
Swell Maps,
Reuben Wilson,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cure,
Joey Negro,
Lyres,
Darondo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Blues Magoos,
Roxette,
The Selecter,
The Associates,
The Searchers,
Bad Manners,
Funky Four + One,
The Trojans,
Panda Bear,
Man Eating Sloth,
Morten Harket,
The Fire Engines,
John Foxx,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scrapy,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.