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 Brunei and from New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Audionom to the jazz 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Ossler,
Idris Muhammad,
Buzzcocks,
Todd Terry,
Lindisfarne,
The Toasters,
Stereo Dub,
X-102,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
James White and The Blacks,
Anakelly,
Royal Trux,
Urselle,
Erykah Badu,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cameo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barry Ungar,
The Names,
Popol Vuh,
Fluxion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marine Girls,
The Mummies,
Aswad,
The Count Five,
F. McDonald,
Reuben Wilson,
Bad Manners,
Rapeman,
The Grass Roots,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Monochrome Set,
Heaven 17,
Johnny Clarke,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minnie Riperton,
The Techniques,
Rod Modell,
The Slackers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radio Birdman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thompson Twins,
Dave Gahan,
Colin Newman,
Black Flag,
Minor Threat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Darondo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aural Exciters,
Archie Shepp,
Excepter,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.