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 Cape Verde and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 PIL to the rock 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joy Division,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crooked Eye,
The Last Poets,
cv313,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric Copeland,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fatback Band,
Ronan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stiv Bators,
Fat Boys,
Dark Day,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ice-T,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Red Krayola,
Lee Hazlewood,
DJ Style,
Sam Rivers,
Tom Boy,
ABBA,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Almond,
the Soft Cell,
Masters at Work,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alice Coltrane,
Index,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pere Ubu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Matthew Bourne,
Shoche,
Moss Icon,
Surgeon,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Warren Ellis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roy Ayers,
Gichy Dan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
H. Thieme,
One Last Wish,
The Neon Judgement,
Altered Images,
Camouflage,
Brass Construction,
Toni Rubio,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Holt,
Nik Kershaw,
Whodini,
E-Dancer,
Malaria!,
Carl Craig,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.