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 Cyprus and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Circle Jerks to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Golliwogs,
The Fire Engines,
Tears for Fears,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Absolute Body Control,
Sixth Finger,
MDC,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rapeman,
U.S. Maple,
Gichy Dan,
Unwound,
Don Cherry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DJ Sneak,
The Knickerbockers,
Soft Cell,
Shuggie Otis,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cure,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Offenders,
Agent Orange,
Second Layer,
Adolescents,
Spandau Ballet,
Quantec,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aaron Thompson,
Sugar Minott,
One Last Wish,
Malaria!,
David Bowie,
Bush Tetras,
Deakin,
Bill Near,
kango's stein massive,
Bronski Beat,
The Gun Club,
Fear,
Nick Fraelich,
Stereo Dub,
Graham Central Station,
Heaven 17,
Eli Mardock,
Alphaville,
Anakelly,
Depeche Mode,
Vladislav Delay,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
Suburban Knight,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DNA,
Metal Thangz,
Scrapy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thee Headcoats,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.