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 Japan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Guru Guru to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultra Naté,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pierre Henry,
The Gories,
Pylon,
Yusef Lateef,
Camouflage,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yaz,
The Slackers,
Flash Fearless,
The Residents,
Mantronix,
June Days,
Ituana,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Blackbyrds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Modern Lovers,
Ponytail,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Sheep,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mo-Dettes,
Bootsy Collins,
Hashim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amon Düül,
Negative Approach,
The Neon Judgement,
Youth Brigade,
The Blues Magoos,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roy Ayers,
Nik Kershaw,
Rosa Yemen,
The Monks,
The Trojans,
Vainqueur,
Bauhaus,
Los Fastidios,
Danielle Patucci,
Stockholm Monsters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
The Moody Blues,
Echospace,
Y Pants,
The Red Krayola,
Rotary Connection,
Soulsonic Force,
Q65,
Lucky Dragons,
Visage,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Public Enemy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Adolescents,
Circle Jerks,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.