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 Angola and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Yaz to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
The Leaves,
The New Christs,
Al Stewart,
Massinfluence,
Tom Boy,
Porter Ricks,
R.M.O.,
Skriet,
Main Source,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Womack,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Divine Comedy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Archie Shepp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gun Club,
The American Breed,
Bill Near,
ABBA,
E-Dancer,
Das Ding,
Lindisfarne,
DJ Style,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fear,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roxy Music,
Nils Olav,
La Düsseldorf,
DJ Sneak,
Brass Construction,
Lalann,
cv313,
John Foxx,
U.S. Maple,
Easy Going,
Hardrive,
The Busters,
Terry Callier,
Kerrie Biddell,
Can,
Pere Ubu,
Metal Thangz,
Warsaw,
John Coltrane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Tremeloes,
The Names,
Radiohead,
Danielle Patucci,
Talk Talk,
the Association,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang of Four,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dark Day,
Accadde A,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.