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 France and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Deadbeat,
Scientists,
Prince Buster,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eurythmics,
Jawbox,
Tears for Fears,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Average White Band,
The Litter,
Amazonics,
Anakelly,
The Modern Lovers,
Dennis Brown,
Fugazi,
Sun City Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scion,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Easy Going,
Siglo XX,
Marvin Gaye,
the Human League,
Blancmange,
Minutemen,
Infiniti,
Japan,
Mary Jane Girls,
FM Einheit,
The Cowsills,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soul II Soul,
The Golliwogs,
The Move,
Desert Stars,
Gang Green,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camouflage,
China Crisis,
Godley & Creme,
Ossler,
The Leaves,
The Tremeloes,
The Sonics,
Joey Negro,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Grass Roots,
Agitation Free,
X-Ray Spex,
New Age Steppers,
Arthur Verocai,
Babytalk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Anthony Braxton,
Angry Samoans,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.