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 Kuwait and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Robert Palmer 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 Mantronix to the grunge 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker,
Lee Hazlewood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nils Olav,
Aural Exciters,
Basic Channel,
Sparks,
Angry Samoans,
Duran Duran,
The Real Kids,
Joe Finger,
Camouflage,
The Kinks,
Max Romeo,
Echospace,
Chrome,
Stereo Dub,
Babytalk,
Scratch Acid,
Rod Modell,
Cymande,
Quantec,
Moss Icon,
H. Thieme,
Sun City Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Sexual Harrassment,
Y Pants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Public Enemy,
The Leaves,
Vladislav Delay,
Inner City,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Spoonie Gee,
Talk Talk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Darondo,
Matthew Halsall,
Bill Wells,
Gang Starr,
Technova,
The Fortunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pantytec,
Johnny Osbourne,
E-Dancer,
Pierre Henry,
U.S. Maple,
Bush Tetras,
The Sonics,
Black Flag,
The Move,
Rapeman,
Colin Newman,
FM Einheit,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neu!,
The Doors,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.