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 United Kingdom and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Faraquet to the grunge 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New Order,
Iggy Pop,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The United States of America,
Agent Orange,
a-ha,
The Happenings,
The Blues Magoos,
Radiopuhelimet,
Maleditus Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Derrick May,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sister Nancy,
The Vogues,
Thompson Twins,
This Heat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fugazi,
Drexciya,
Nils Olav,
Soul II Soul,
Clear Light,
Fluxion,
Steve Hackett,
AZ,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ludus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crash Course in Science,
Ken Boothe,
Wasted Youth,
Trumans Water,
Brothers Johnson,
Cybotron,
The Trojans,
Arab on Radar,
Don Cherry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Adolescents,
Swans,
Popol Vuh,
Nas,
The Red Krayola,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fugs,
Prince Buster,
Hot Snakes,
The Martian,
Scott Walker,
Young Marble Giants,
Alphaville,
Little Man,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neu!,
The Gladiators,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.