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 Italy 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Robert Görl to the grime 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
The Fire Engines,
Negative Approach,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Japan,
Second Layer,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minnie Riperton,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Half Japanese,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Parry Music,
The Busters,
Dave Gahan,
Basic Channel,
Popol Vuh,
Dead Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Icehouse,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Wake,
David Axelrod,
The Cure,
Kerri Chandler,
Intrusion,
Dawn Penn,
The Neon Judgement,
cv313,
The Saints,
Ronan,
Jerry's Kids,
Sound Behaviour,
The Pretty Things,
The Selecter,
Sonic Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Roxette,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dennis Brown,
The Modern Lovers,
Guru Guru,
Rotary Connection,
Inner City,
Outsiders,
The Monochrome Set,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skriet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Funky Four + One,
The Real Kids,
Harry Pussy,
Thompson Twins,
Scion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arab on Radar,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.