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 Laos and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Henry Cow to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Zero Boys,
the Germs,
Groovy Waters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dark Day,
The Gladiators,
Tom Boy,
The Happenings,
Bauhaus,
Brothers Johnson,
The Litter,
Gang of Four,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Scion,
Model 500,
Mark Hollis,
Wally Richardson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Style,
Metal Thangz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Underground Resistance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mandrill,
X-101,
Fugazi,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Evens,
PIL,
James Chance & The Contortions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Maurizio,
Rod Modell,
the Sonics,
Jeff Mills,
Tres Demented,
Vainqueur,
Piero Umiliani,
Marmalade,
Blossom Toes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kaleidoscope,
The Barracudas,
Monolake,
Bill Wells,
The Blues Magoos,
Suburban Knight,
Ohio Players,
Byron Stingily,
Alphaville,
Rakim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lalo Schifrin,
Franke,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Victims,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Archie Shepp,
Das Ding,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.