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 Ecuador and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Magma to the grunge 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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Leonard Cohen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Sonics,
Soul II Soul,
Kurtis Blow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
KRS-One,
Davy DMX,
Peter and Kerry,
Pylon,
The United States of America,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Bananas,
The Move,
Mad Mike,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rakim,
The Fire Engines,
Carl Craig,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Happenings,
The Fugs,
Rites of Spring,
The Monochrome Set,
Whodini,
Rufus Thomas,
Jandek,
The Golliwogs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Smoke,
Black Sheep,
The Gun Club,
Cymande,
Eddi Front,
Vladislav Delay,
Echospace,
Das Ding,
The Smiths,
Donny Hathaway,
Scratch Acid,
The Neon Judgement,
Tomorrow,
The Mummies,
The Leaves,
Slave,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
JFA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Intrusion,
Smog,
Black Pus,
Gang Starr,
Judy Mowatt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Saints,
Jacob Miller,
Tom Boy,
Lucky Dragons,
Sister Nancy,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.