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 Seychelles and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Idris Muhammad to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Bobby Womack,
Mark Hollis,
Dave Gahan,
In Retrospect,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grauzone,
The Barracudas,
The Mummies,
The Fortunes,
Youth Brigade,
The Gun Club,
Sexual Harrassment,
Talk Talk,
The Offenders,
Ossler,
Chris Corsano,
Ten City,
Wally Richardson,
Babytalk,
Infiniti,
Danielle Patucci,
Negative Approach,
Wings,
Cal Tjader,
Lucky Dragons,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gong,
Ronnie Foster,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cure,
Franke,
The Sonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bob Dylan,
Marine Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Fugazi,
Stereo Dub,
Glenn Branca,
Sun Ra,
Thee Headcoats,
Duran Duran,
UT,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonic Youth,
Yaz,
John Lydon,
Aaron Thompson,
Kerri Chandler,
The Detroit Cobras,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brothers Johnson,
Roger Hodgson,
F. McDonald,
the Slits,
June Days,
Jeff Mills,
Subhumans,
Royal Trux,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.