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 Kyrgyzstan and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 Babytalk to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Stetsasonic,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Searchers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Smog,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Graham Central Station,
Rotary Connection,
Radio Birdman,
Yaz,
The Kinks,
The Last Poets,
Supertramp,
Boogie Down Productions,
Glenn Branca,
Y Pants,
Gang Green,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Lydon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mantronix,
Reagan Youth,
Underground Resistance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Iggy Pop,
The Pretty Things,
Idris Muhammad,
Accadde A,
ABC,
Michelle Simonal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Second Layer,
Moby Grape,
Al Stewart,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Litter,
Avey Tare,
The Names,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Easy Going,
Model 500,
Soulsonic Force,
Max Romeo,
Porter Ricks,
Gabor Szabo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cluster,
Archie Shepp,
Maurizio,
Massinfluence,
Skaos,
Tim Buckley,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed,
Rekid,
The Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Groovy Waters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.