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 Japan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Mantronix to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Kevin Saunderson,
Funky Four + One,
Soul II Soul,
Newcleus,
Rotary Connection,
The Techniques,
Cameo,
Delon & Dalcan,
MC5,
Harry Pussy,
The Mummies,
Spandau Ballet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rekid,
Flipper,
Crash Course in Science,
Lyres,
Susan Cadogan,
The Selecter,
Sixth Finger,
Guru Guru,
Royal Trux,
Sonic Youth,
The Busters,
Erasure,
Loose Ends,
Mantronix,
Theoretical Girls,
Amon Düül,
Davy DMX,
Howard Jones,
Derrick May,
Japan,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Residents,
The Detroit Cobras,
10cc,
The Remains,
Accadde A,
Soft Cell,
Ken Boothe,
Neu!,
Letta Mbulu,
The Wake,
Bush Tetras,
The Misunderstood,
Malaria!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barry Ungar,
Cecil Taylor,
The Leaves,
Erykah Badu,
Deadbeat,
Spoonie Gee,
The Music Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Bill Wells,
Goldenarms,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.