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 Slovenia and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Henry Cow to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
A Certain Ratio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barry Ungar,
The Last Poets,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
10cc,
Thompson Twins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
OOIOO,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jacob Miller,
Jeff Lynne,
David Bowie,
Steve Hackett,
Altered Images,
Buzzcocks,
Yusef Lateef,
Sparks,
John Cale,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tim Buckley,
Wasted Youth,
EPMD,
Cal Tjader,
Marc Almond,
Dual Sessions,
B.T. Express,
Reagan Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
LL Cool J,
Roxy Music,
Basic Channel,
The Modern Lovers,
Heaven 17,
Ituana,
Sound Behaviour,
Index,
Fear,
The Real Kids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alison Limerick,
Stetsasonic,
David McCallum,
Tom Boy,
Arab on Radar,
World's Most,
Scientists,
Angry Samoans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cybotron,
The Offenders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Outsiders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Television Personalities,
Public Enemy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Seeds,
Fugazi,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.