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 Jordan and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the rap 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
The Skatalites,
Zapp,
Don Cherry,
Whodini,
Gregory Isaacs,
Slick Rick,
Peter & Gordon,
The Slackers,
Parry Music,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Reuben Wilson,
Organ,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lungfish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Goldenarms,
Tears for Fears,
Sarah Menescal,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dead C,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
PIL,
Dawn Penn,
Joy Division,
June of 44,
Circle Jerks,
Au Pairs,
Thee Headcoats,
Erasure,
Eurythmics,
Babytalk,
Fluxion,
Jacques Brel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tim Buckley,
Pantytec,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nik Kershaw,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Neon Judgement,
Eden Ahbez,
Ken Boothe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Talk Talk,
Motorama,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Moon,
David Bowie,
Camberwell Now,
The Busters,
Guru Guru,
Delon & Dalcan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
JFA,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang of Four,
The Count Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.