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 Ivory Coast and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Sugar Minott to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
New Order,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
EPMD,
Reuben Wilson,
The Invisible,
Public Enemy,
Flash Fearless,
Black Flag,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sister Nancy,
Sandy B,
Japan,
Rod Modell,
Barrington Levy,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Velvet Underground,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jacob Miller,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Christie,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
ABBA,
the Normal,
The Happenings,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Motions,
Blancmange,
Pierre Henry,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Searchers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
AZ,
Dawn Penn,
The American Breed,
Gong,
Yellowson,
T.S.O.L.,
Cecil Taylor,
Das Ding,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Residents,
Bobby Womack,
Shoche,
Jeff Lynne,
Erasure,
Kurtis Blow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Motorama,
Brand Nubian,
Todd Terry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vladislav Delay,
The Misunderstood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.