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 Guatemala and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Holger Czukay 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 David McCallum to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Crooked Eye,
Franke,
Vladislav Delay,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gladiators,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jerry's Kids,
Grauzone,
Robert Görl,
Skriet,
The Monks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Easy Going,
Black Moon,
Supertramp,
Arab on Radar,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Derrick Morgan,
The Knickerbockers,
DNA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Sheep,
Boredoms,
The Young Rascals,
Cluster,
Sparks,
Q and Not U,
Soul II Soul,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joey Negro,
Brand Nubian,
Can,
Crispian St. Peters,
Judy Mowatt,
June of 44,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New York Dolls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sound Behaviour,
Anthony Braxton,
World's Most,
Minny Pops,
Maurizio,
Fugazi,
Moss Icon,
Crash Course in Science,
Mr. Review,
The Sisters of Mercy,
JFA,
Wolf Eyes,
Amon Düül,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
La Düsseldorf,
Barrington Levy,
Joy Division,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.