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 Ethiopia and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 This Heat to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Fear,
Au Pairs,
Dawn Penn,
Kool Moe Dee,
Metal Thangz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Stiv Bators,
Lebanon Hanover,
Archie Shepp,
Stetsasonic,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Normal,
Amon Düül,
Davy DMX,
Magma,
The Mojo Men,
Janne Schatter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Spandau Ballet,
Kaleidoscope,
Lalo Schifrin,
Adolescents,
Sällskapet,
Liliput,
Can,
Soulsonic Force,
Pagans,
Crash Course in Science,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Public Enemy,
Joe Finger,
Frankie Knuckles,
Echospace,
The Neon Judgement,
The Toasters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Monks,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Wyatt,
Mo-Dettes,
Todd Terry,
The Saints,
The Fall,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Bootsy Collins,
Subhumans,
The Selecter,
Roy Ayers,
Charles Mingus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Moody Blues,
Joe Smooth,
Eli Mardock,
The Fire Engines,
Marine Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Mission of Burma,
KRS-One,
Wire,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.