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 Somalia and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Max Romeo to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeff Lynne,
Reuben Wilson,
Blossom Toes,
Brand Nubian,
DJ Style,
Sight & Sound,
Erasure,
Amon Düül,
The Leaves,
Sam Rivers,
DJ Sneak,
Rapeman,
The Index,
The Skatalites,
Little Man,
Joey Negro,
Clear Light,
Soft Machine,
Y Pants,
Davy DMX,
Electric Prunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bronski Beat,
Tears for Fears,
Pulsallama,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lindisfarne,
Sound Behaviour,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grauzone,
Duran Duran,
Anthony Braxton,
The Golliwogs,
Pantytec,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Dennis Brown,
Faraquet,
Sister Nancy,
Los Fastidios,
48th St. Collective,
Whodini,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Womack,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The New Christs,
Frankie Knuckles,
These Immortal Souls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fall,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.