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 United States and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Masters at Work to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Lindisfarne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The New Christs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ronnie Foster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sight & Sound,
Country Teasers,
Lou Christie,
Heaven 17,
Gang Gang Dance,
Man Parrish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter and Kerry,
U.S. Maple,
The Modern Lovers,
Oneida,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultra Naté,
The Walker Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Unwound,
Arthur Verocai,
Metal Thangz,
Subhumans,
Index,
Soft Machine,
The Toasters,
Rapeman,
Ponytail,
Tomorrow,
Underground Resistance,
Half Japanese,
David McCallum,
La Düsseldorf,
the Soft Cell,
Byron Stingily,
Sam Rivers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alphaville,
Essential Logic,
H. Thieme,
Ludus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
ABC,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mantronix,
Supertramp,
Khruangbin,
The Monochrome Set,
The Human League,
Tom Boy,
Dead Boys,
The Count Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Little Man,
Bill Near,
Fluxion,
The Cramps,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.