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 Estonia and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Robert Palmer 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 MDC to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Deakin,
Pulsallama,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Malaria!,
The Slits,
A Certain Ratio,
Technova,
T. Rex,
The Saints,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
These Immortal Souls,
The Human League,
Popol Vuh,
Glambeats Corp.,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Neon Judgement,
Audionom,
New Age Steppers,
David McCallum,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
L. Decosne,
Qualms,
Eurythmics,
Groovy Waters,
KRS-One,
The Standells,
Nick Fraelich,
Dennis Brown,
The Leaves,
Mo-Dettes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Von Mondo,
Clear Light,
Dead Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Sam Rivers,
Yellowson,
10cc,
Aaron Thompson,
Nik Kershaw,
Lakeside,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Smiths,
Moebius,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pierre Henry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barrington Levy,
The Toasters,
Howard Jones,
MDC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Pus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Agitation Free,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.