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 Kosovo and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 John Foxx to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Young Marble Giants,
Can,
Johnny Clarke,
Amazonics,
Black Pus,
The Music Machine,
Deepchord,
Talk Talk,
Kas Product,
The Happenings,
Gregory Isaacs,
Basic Channel,
Clear Light,
Eden Ahbez,
Joey Negro,
The Monochrome Set,
Harmonia,
Black Flag,
David McCallum,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Little Man,
Swell Maps,
The Standells,
Bad Manners,
The Slackers,
Michelle Simonal,
Q and Not U,
Josef K,
The Busters,
Crash Course in Science,
Mad Mike,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skriet,
the Human League,
Agitation Free,
Blancmange,
The Star Department,
The Gap Band,
The Grass Roots,
Cameo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rites of Spring,
8 Eyed Spy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Slave,
Panda Bear,
Mo-Dettes,
Skarface,
Bobby Womack,
Lalann,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Newcleus,
Pere Ubu,
Minutemen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jerry's Kids,
Loose Ends,
Hoover,
Henry Cow,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.