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 Iceland and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Shuggie Otis,
Severed Heads,
Deakin,
The Golliwogs,
The Residents,
F. McDonald,
Gabor Szabo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bush Tetras,
Swell Maps,
Radiohead,
Groovy Waters,
David Axelrod,
Amon Düül,
Gang Gang Dance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Kinks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Hood,
E-Dancer,
Echospace,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jacques Brel,
Minor Threat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cure,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gun Club,
This Heat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blancmange,
Ornette Coleman,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric Dolphy,
Liliput,
Colin Newman,
Arthur Verocai,
KRS-One,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Wyatt,
Rotary Connection,
Depeche Mode,
Erykah Badu,
Oneida,
Gil Scott Heron,
B.T. Express,
Lalann,
The Names,
Andrew Hill,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Busters,
Second Layer,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rod Modell,
LL Cool J,
Joey Negro,
Ossler,
Scratch Acid,
Monolake,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.