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 Uganda and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Columbus and Spokane.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Skatalites to the electroclash 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Barry Ungar,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roxy Music,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radio Birdman,
The Fortunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cure,
Slave,
Half Japanese,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Max Romeo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ponytail,
The Red Krayola,
The Star Department,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Motorama,
Minny Pops,
Traffic Nightmare,
Absolute Body Control,
Nas,
Michelle Simonal,
Pere Ubu,
The Knickerbockers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barbara Tucker,
The Music Machine,
Bad Manners,
Morten Harket,
Lee Hazlewood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Normal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aaron Thompson,
Sarah Menescal,
Ossler,
Toni Rubio,
Mo-Dettes,
Spoonie Gee,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scion,
David Bowie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blake Baxter,
Godley & Creme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wasted Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deepchord,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rapeman,
Icehouse,
Flipper,
Crime,
Circle Jerks,
Royal Trux,
Dennis Brown,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.