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 Korea South and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the jazz 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
The Flesh Eaters,
These Immortal Souls,
Subhumans,
Guru Guru,
Youth Brigade,
a-ha,
Warren Ellis,
Howard Jones,
The Seeds,
Radio Birdman,
The Searchers,
Franke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Maurizio,
Toni Rubio,
Ituana,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cramps,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rites of Spring,
Simply Red,
Magma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kayak,
Prince Buster,
Mad Mike,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Anakelly,
Gang Green,
Underground Resistance,
Harry Pussy,
Hardrive,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare,
U.S. Maple,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Germs,
The Fugs,
Pussy Galore,
Juan Atkins,
Ohio Players,
Eurythmics,
Pole,
The Slits,
Second Layer,
The Busters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Graham Central Station,
Severed Heads,
Fat Boys,
DNA,
Depeche Mode,
Black Moon,
Oneida,
Marine Girls,
Trumans Water,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scrapy,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.