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 Colombia and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Infiniti to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Graham Central Station,
Das Ding,
Surgeon,
Adolescents,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jacques Brel,
Depeche Mode,
Sister Nancy,
MDC,
Schoolly D,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Knickerbockers,
Crispy Ambulance,
H. Thieme,
David Bowie,
Soft Cell,
Bill Near,
The Modern Lovers,
PIL,
Metal Thangz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brand Nubian,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joey Negro,
Danielle Patucci,
Vainqueur,
Pere Ubu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sex Pistols,
48th St. Collective,
Gabor Szabo,
The Raincoats,
Radio Birdman,
The Angels of Light,
Sonic Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Freddie Wadling,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cameo,
Pussy Galore,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tommy Roe,
Shuggie Otis,
Josef K,
Lou Christie,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zapp,
Joy Division,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Görl,
Ultra Naté,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deepchord,
Henry Cow,
Qualms,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.