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 France and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Offenders to the rap 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
The Star Department,
Severed Heads,
Das Ding,
Desert Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roy Ayers,
Heaven 17,
Jeru the Damaja,
Anakelly,
Grey Daturas,
Marmalade,
JFA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Fraelich,
Mo-Dettes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül,
Stereo Dub,
Swans,
Pierre Henry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Television,
Ten City,
David Axelrod,
H. Thieme,
John Foxx,
Johnny Clarke,
Minor Threat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
AZ,
Bluetip,
Michelle Simonal,
Ludus,
Crooked Eye,
The Motions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Talk Talk,
Camouflage,
Barry Ungar,
The Associates,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gladiators,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Flag,
Massinfluence,
DNA,
The Cure,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slick Rick,
The Fortunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angry Samoans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
This Heat,
Prince Buster,
One Last Wish,
Smog,
ABC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.