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 Nicaragua and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 Ultimate Spinach to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Flamin' Groovies,
Andrew Hill,
The Move,
Symarip,
Dark Day,
Japan,
The Evens,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Letta Mbulu,
The Music Machine,
Fugazi,
The Grass Roots,
Mission of Burma,
Faust,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Bronski Beat,
One Last Wish,
The Cure,
Lyres,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun City Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Angels of Light,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yusef Lateef,
Laurel Aitken,
Whodini,
Mad Mike,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oneida,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arthur Verocai,
The Human League,
Hoover,
Amon Düül,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Zeros,
Panda Bear,
Fela Kuti,
Marmalade,
Mr. Review,
The Gladiators,
Brand Nubian,
Arcadia,
The Gap Band,
Skaos,
Icehouse,
Ludus,
Trumans Water,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Howard Jones,
The Real Kids,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.