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 Oman 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Los Fastidios to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Isaac Hayes,
the Human League,
Panda Bear,
Tommy Roe,
DJ Style,
Sandy B,
Sound Behaviour,
The Kinks,
The Moleskins,
The J.B.'s,
Dennis Brown,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arthur Verocai,
Underground Resistance,
Man Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
Wolf Eyes,
Young Marble Giants,
Alphaville,
Leonard Cohen,
Aswad,
cv313,
Crooked Eye,
Malaria!,
Faraquet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Negative Approach,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skarface,
Moebius,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Pretty Things,
Laurel Aitken,
The Toasters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cheater Slicks,
Newcleus,
The Count Five,
Sparks,
Al Stewart,
Janne Schatter,
Symarip,
Funky Four + One,
Gong,
Eli Mardock,
The Blackbyrds,
Audionom,
Con Funk Shun,
Fad Gadget,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Basic Channel,
Monolake,
Connie Case,
Barbara Tucker,
Erykah Badu,
Minny Pops,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.