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 Ghana and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the techno 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
The Birthday Party,
The Zeros,
The Tremeloes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soul II Soul,
Janne Schatter,
The Real Kids,
Stereo Dub,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Evens,
The Monochrome Set,
Kenny Larkin,
Circle Jerks,
The Saints,
Mission of Burma,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Leonard Cohen,
Eurythmics,
Cymande,
Kerri Chandler,
Minny Pops,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Association,
Alton Ellis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Das Ding,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cure,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra,
Banda Bassotti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Essential Logic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pole,
New York Dolls,
The Moleskins,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Flag,
OOIOO,
Parry Music,
Masters at Work,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Wyatt,
Simply Red,
Jawbox,
Section 25,
Thompson Twins,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rotary Connection,
Von Mondo,
The Move,
Robert Görl,
Livin' Joy,
The Skatalites,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eden Ahbez,
Lalo Schifrin,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.