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 Cuba and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Deepchord to the rock 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
Parry Music,
the Association,
Popol Vuh,
The Gun Club,
Aloha Tigers,
John Coltrane,
The Move,
The Last Poets,
Procol Harum,
Depeche Mode,
Theoretical Girls,
Babytalk,
The Neon Judgement,
Fluxion,
Youth Brigade,
Public Enemy,
The Grass Roots,
Lungfish,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gladiators,
The Tremeloes,
Crispian St. Peters,
UT,
David Bowie,
Electric Prunes,
Index,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gories,
The United States of America,
Rod Modell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nico,
The Slits,
Groovy Waters,
Funky Four + One,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Dolphy,
Hasil Adkins,
Pole,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Spandau Ballet,
Whodini,
Audionom,
Y Pants,
Model 500,
Ronnie Foster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gap Band,
Infiniti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tommy Roe,
Boz Scaggs,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Foxx,
World's Most,
Jacques Brel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minny Pops,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.