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 Belgium and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
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 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 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 Ossler to the rock 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Motions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tres Demented,
Derrick May,
Absolute Body Control,
The Names,
The Fall,
the Normal,
Ralphi Rosario,
Drexciya,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Man Parrish,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Star Department,
Freddie Wadling,
New York Dolls,
Joy Division,
L. Decosne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Masters at Work,
The Red Krayola,
Camouflage,
Babytalk,
Vainqueur,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Starr,
the Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos,
The Martian,
Tubeway Army,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
T.S.O.L.,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Birthday Party,
Junior Murvin,
Index,
Stiv Bators,
The Monochrome Set,
Warren Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
Skriet,
Marmalade,
Heaven 17,
Skaos,
DJ Style,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crime,
Anthony Braxton,
H. Thieme,
Spoonie Gee,
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül,
Schoolly D,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Inner City,
The Techniques,
Franke,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Interpol,
The Doobie Brothers,
DNA,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.