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 Chad and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Nik Kershaw,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rapeman,
Q65,
Whodini,
Kaleidoscope,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Görl,
Sandy B,
Terry Callier,
David McCallum,
Intrusion,
Outsiders,
Livin' Joy,
LL Cool J,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blancmange,
Kas Product,
The Slits,
Eli Mardock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
Cluster,
The Modern Lovers,
The Moleskins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scan 7,
Idris Muhammad,
Lyres,
Gong,
Joe Finger,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Holt,
Eve St. Jones,
MC5,
The Cramps,
Max Romeo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thompson Twins,
Sister Nancy,
Camberwell Now,
La Düsseldorf,
Grauzone,
Marc Almond,
New York Dolls,
K-Klass,
Ohio Players,
Deepchord,
Kerri Chandler,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gap Band,
Harry Pussy,
Y Pants,
AZ,
Ludus,
Mission of Burma,
Danielle Patucci,
Yazoo,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.