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 Mauritania and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 FM Einheit to the rap 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
The J.B.'s,
The Pop Group,
Clear Light,
Mark Hollis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Excepter,
Lakeside,
Monks,
Derrick Morgan,
X-102,
Judy Mowatt,
Electric Prunes,
Soft Cell,
The United States of America,
Ultravox,
The Toasters,
Adolescents,
The Pretty Things,
The Gap Band,
Camberwell Now,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Donald Byrd,
Rites of Spring,
The Flesh Eaters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Red Krayola,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
This Heat,
kango's stein massive,
Donny Hathaway,
Lightning Bolt,
Anthony Braxton,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Grass Roots,
Yusef Lateef,
The Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
Con Funk Shun,
The New Christs,
Arab on Radar,
Delon & Dalcan,
Organ,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pantaleimon,
The Angels of Light,
Ken Boothe,
Tomorrow,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Scott Walker,
Fluxion,
Duran Duran,
The Move,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Youth Brigade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cluster,
Eddi Front,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.