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 Malawi and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 James White and The Blacks to the grime 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Excepter,
Matthew Halsall,
JFA,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DJ Style,
Rotary Connection,
The Martian,
Harmonia,
June of 44,
Zero Boys,
Das Ding,
the Soft Cell,
Can,
John Foxx,
Slave,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mars,
The Index,
the Sonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Slackers,
Vladislav Delay,
Quantec,
Marine Girls,
The Dead C,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Erasure,
Jawbox,
The Neon Judgement,
ABBA,
Pole,
kango's stein massive,
Lakeside,
Delon & Dalcan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Flag,
The Leaves,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Model 500,
EPMD,
Mad Mike,
Depeche Mode,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Music Machine,
Siglo XX,
Trumans Water,
Japan,
Yellowson,
Panda Bear,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
AZ,
Urselle,
Ludus,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sandy B,
Tropical Tobacco,
Spandau Ballet,
Junior Murvin,
Moebius,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.