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 Serbia and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 One Last Wish to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Animal Collective,
Aaron Thompson,
Eddi Front,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Organ,
Subhumans,
Bob Dylan,
Can,
Average White Band,
The Fire Engines,
Sugar Minott,
Donny Hathaway,
Shuggie Otis,
Parry Music,
Lalann,
Pierre Henry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Shoche,
Letta Mbulu,
ABBA,
Dual Sessions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Techniques,
The Stooges,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Easy Going,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fugazi,
Kerrie Biddell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Piero Umiliani,
Electric Prunes,
Black Moon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Juan Atkins,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Davy DMX,
Jandek,
Joy Division,
Deakin,
Arab on Radar,
Man Parrish,
Outsiders,
Crash Course in Science,
The Knickerbockers,
Symarip,
Pulsallama,
Model 500,
The Human League,
Marvin Gaye,
Buzzcocks,
Royal Trux,
Scion,
Zapp,
Bronski Beat,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.