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 Sweden and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Red Krayola to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Fear,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gong,
Kerri Chandler,
Johnny Clarke,
New York Dolls,
Blancmange,
Infiniti,
Youth Brigade,
Shoche,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dave Gahan,
Max Romeo,
The Moody Blues,
Lyres,
Freddie Wadling,
Subhumans,
Rotary Connection,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang of Four,
Smog,
Blake Baxter,
JFA,
Lee Hazlewood,
F. McDonald,
Grauzone,
Khruangbin,
Fat Boys,
Davy DMX,
Rakim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Real Kids,
Maurizio,
a-ha,
Hashim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Desert Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Moon,
Vainqueur,
Deadbeat,
the Swans,
Negative Approach,
Vladislav Delay,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pagans,
The Associates,
Mission of Burma,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jacques Brel,
Sun City Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deakin,
Eric Dolphy,
The J.B.'s,
Prince Buster,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.