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 Philippines and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Newcleus to the funk 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Susan Cadogan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Suburban Knight,
Joe Smooth,
D'Angelo,
MC5,
Slave,
Nik Kershaw,
Alton Ellis,
Joey Negro,
The Stooges,
Maurizio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Public Enemy,
Ituana,
Barbara Tucker,
Babytalk,
Dennis Brown,
Neu!,
Nick Fraelich,
Visage,
Circle Jerks,
Gabor Szabo,
the Sonics,
Tom Boy,
The Pop Group,
Swans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Flag,
Make Up,
Minny Pops,
Crime,
One Last Wish,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Moody Blues,
The Martian,
The Remains,
KRS-One,
T.S.O.L.,
Mantronix,
Altered Images,
The J.B.'s,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bauhaus,
The Dirtbombs,
Aswad,
The Skatalites,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Erykah Badu,
Lower 48,
The Zeros,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Franke,
Bronski Beat,
Alphaville,
These Immortal Souls,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Selecter,
Lou Christie,
Electric Prunes,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.