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 Rwanda and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Monochrome Set to the funk 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Grey Daturas,
Johnny Clarke,
Slave,
H. Thieme,
Lightning Bolt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Audionom,
Bob Dylan,
U.S. Maple,
Chris & Cosey,
One Last Wish,
T. Rex,
Gang Starr,
Fugazi,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Litter,
Can,
Monks,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dead C,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultra Naté,
Model 500,
Cheater Slicks,
Ice-T,
Hot Snakes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux,
X-102,
Black Sheep,
Kaleidoscope,
R.M.O.,
Joyce Sims,
Porter Ricks,
Sugar Minott,
Marmalade,
The Stooges,
Guru Guru,
Soul II Soul,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
E-Dancer,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Trumans Water,
Gang Gang Dance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Althea and Donna,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Seeds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aloha Tigers,
Wolf Eyes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roger Hodgson,
Jacques Brel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sonic Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Chris Corsano,
Bang On A Can,
The Vogues,
The Leaves,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.