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 Barbados and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Judy Mowatt to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Fugazi,
Maurizio,
The Dead C,
Little Man,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Sherman,
Dead Boys,
EPMD,
Electric Prunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pole,
Roxette,
Soft Cell,
Mandrill,
Gabor Szabo,
Mr. Review,
Fat Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Offenders,
The Dirtbombs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nik Kershaw,
Ituana,
Khruangbin,
The Slits,
Lalann,
The Saints,
Chris & Cosey,
Alphaville,
Sight & Sound,
Oneida,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stiv Bators,
The Standells,
Flipper,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oblivians,
Y Pants,
Metal Thangz,
Eric Dolphy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
June Days,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Swans,
B.T. Express,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fad Gadget,
Boredoms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kurtis Blow,
Fela Kuti,
The Human League,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cybotron,
Ohio Players,
Anthony Braxton,
Dave Gahan,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gap Band,
Sonic Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.