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 Niger and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Vainqueur to the dance 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
The Golliwogs,
Con Funk Shun,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mars,
Fluxion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tomorrow,
Duran Duran,
Angry Samoans,
Carl Craig,
Neu!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeff Mills,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Misunderstood,
The Buckinghams,
Colin Newman,
X-101,
Lou Christie,
Easy Going,
Lalann,
The Cramps,
Bronski Beat,
Altered Images,
Japan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mantronix,
Fat Boys,
Davy DMX,
Ice-T,
Joyce Sims,
Michelle Simonal,
Metal Thangz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Names,
New York Dolls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Silicon Teens,
The Grass Roots,
Dave Gahan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lakeside,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jacob Miller,
The Index,
Parry Music,
Crime,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yellowson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hot Snakes,
Grey Daturas,
Gabor Szabo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.