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 Sierra Leone and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Freddie Wadling to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
AZ,
One Last Wish,
Desert Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tim Buckley,
Malaria!,
Section 25,
Ponytail,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hashim,
John Coltrane,
Von Mondo,
The Slits,
Zero Boys,
The Residents,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quando Quango,
Nas,
The Zeros,
the Germs,
Monolake,
Archie Shepp,
Echospace,
The Star Department,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Moon,
Altered Images,
Sister Nancy,
The Last Poets,
Joy Division,
R.M.O.,
Henry Cow,
Lungfish,
OOIOO,
Mantronix,
Susan Cadogan,
Carl Craig,
MDC,
the Human League,
Man Eating Sloth,
Howard Jones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soul II Soul,
Mary Jane Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Jeff Lynne,
Fela Kuti,
The Pretty Things,
The Names,
Flipper,
Marcia Griffiths,
Goldenarms,
Circle Jerks,
Connie Case,
The Real Kids,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.