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 Germany and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jesper Dahlback to the electroclash 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Malaria!,
Interpol,
Eli Mardock,
Angry Samoans,
Rosa Yemen,
Young Marble Giants,
Max Romeo,
Marine Girls,
Black Moon,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fluxion,
Pulsallama,
Gang Gang Dance,
Half Japanese,
Anakelly,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oblivians,
Nirvana,
Motorama,
Spoonie Gee,
Spandau Ballet,
Idris Muhammad,
Icehouse,
Royal Trux,
Underground Resistance,
Morten Harket,
Judy Mowatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Residents,
The Standells,
The Blues Magoos,
Crash Course in Science,
Michelle Simonal,
Pagans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ludus,
Charles Mingus,
Flipper,
Buzzcocks,
Ultra Naté,
Ohio Players,
Peter and Kerry,
The Young Rascals,
Moebius,
James White and The Blacks,
Youth Brigade,
The Red Krayola,
The Slits,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Patti Smith,
H. Thieme,
a-ha,
The Velvet Underground,
The Invisible,
The Cramps,
The Vogues,
Dennis Brown,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Byron Stingily,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.