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 Antigua 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joyce Sims to the electroclash 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work 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?
Glambeats Corp.,
Lyres,
Joe Smooth,
Fear,
Infiniti,
The Black Dice,
The United States of America,
Skarface,
L. Decosne,
Ultravox,
June Days,
The Toasters,
X-Ray Spex,
FM Einheit,
Fugazi,
Loose Ends,
The Dead C,
Gabor Szabo,
David McCallum,
a-ha,
Organ,
Adolescents,
Procol Harum,
The American Breed,
The Remains,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Real Kids,
Flipper,
Robert Wyatt,
Boz Scaggs,
Blossom Toes,
Hoover,
Joy Division,
Minny Pops,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter and Kerry,
The Victims,
Eric Dolphy,
Nirvana,
Soft Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Mandrill,
Spoonie Gee,
Carl Craig,
Ossler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blake Baxter,
Easy Going,
Pantaleimon,
The Buckinghams,
Pussy Galore,
Erasure,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Zapp,
Bad Manners,
The Misunderstood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scratch Acid,
Simply Red,
In Retrospect,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.