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 Bahamas and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar 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 Visage to the jazz 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Nico,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dennis Brown,
H. Thieme,
Outsiders,
Bang On A Can,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Los Fastidios,
Kurtis Blow,
Ituana,
Neu!,
Main Source,
Robert Hood,
World's Most,
Youth Brigade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Q and Not U,
Mark Hollis,
48th St. Collective,
Essential Logic,
Toni Rubio,
The Modern Lovers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Urselle,
Radiopuhelimet,
Public Enemy,
the Germs,
Aural Exciters,
Carl Craig,
Roy Ayers,
Animal Collective,
MC5,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Al Stewart,
Bill Wells,
Aloha Tigers,
X-101,
Quadrant,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lungfish,
Index,
Ronan,
Camouflage,
Mo-Dettes,
Minutemen,
Black Bananas,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gladiators,
ABBA,
Swans,
Boredoms,
Rapeman,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Monks,
Grey Daturas,
The Golliwogs,
The Gap Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pulsallama,
Siglo XX,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.