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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dennis Brown 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New York Dolls,
Basic Channel,
Mars,
Black Sheep,
The Monochrome Set,
Wally Richardson,
Von Mondo,
Sixth Finger,
Accadde A,
Josef K,
Eddi Front,
The Standells,
Unrelated Segments,
Glambeats Corp.,
Audionom,
Joy Division,
Howard Jones,
Lindisfarne,
The Smoke,
UT,
The Five Americans,
David Axelrod,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thee Headcoats,
Max Romeo,
Underground Resistance,
Kerri Chandler,
Minor Threat,
Swell Maps,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stereo Dub,
Second Layer,
Jawbox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Moleskins,
Funky Four + One,
Infiniti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Intrusion,
Camberwell Now,
Rekid,
Peter and Kerry,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Normal,
Terry Callier,
Ice-T,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ten City,
Eve St. Jones,
H. Thieme,
Blossom Toes,
Lower 48,
Dawn Penn,
Little Man,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Starr,
The Skatalites,
Arthur Verocai,
Tubeway Army,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.