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 Yemen and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Ituana to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Adolescents,
The Tremeloes,
The Neon Judgement,
The Victims,
The Fall,
Sugar Minott,
Sparks,
Ituana,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Patti Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
Kayak,
Crime,
The Alarm Clocks,
Shuggie Otis,
The American Breed,
Eric Copeland,
Visage,
Pagans,
Scan 7,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Coltrane,
David McCallum,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Underground Resistance,
E-Dancer,
The Angels of Light,
The Martian,
Stetsasonic,
Skriet,
Hardrive,
Brass Construction,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quando Quango,
Blake Baxter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Slave,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minutemen,
The Misunderstood,
The Trojans,
Monks,
Sixth Finger,
Dual Sessions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minny Pops,
Outsiders,
the Swans,
Brothers Johnson,
Barbara Tucker,
Andrew Hill,
Jacob Miller,
Icehouse,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minor Threat,
Wasted Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Fad Gadget,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.