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 Croatia and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Tomorrow to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rotary Connection,
The Birthday Party,
Clear Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Image Ltd.,
Delta 5,
Throbbing Gristle,
Youth Brigade,
Harpers Bizarre,
Don Cherry,
Skriet,
Bang On A Can,
Desert Stars,
The Count Five,
Cecil Taylor,
R.M.O.,
Ornette Coleman,
Erykah Badu,
Steve Hackett,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Martian,
David Axelrod,
Wasted Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric Dolphy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rites of Spring,
U.S. Maple,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Junior Murvin,
Outsiders,
Excepter,
Mad Mike,
Radiopuhelimet,
Interpol,
Babytalk,
Mark Hollis,
Alton Ellis,
New Order,
The Monks,
Rapeman,
the Human League,
The Moleskins,
Crooked Eye,
Chris & Cosey,
Ken Boothe,
Depeche Mode,
John Lydon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Carl Craig,
Crash Course in Science,
Ludus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Prince Buster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Janne Schatter,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.