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 Mozambique and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yellowson,
Pagans,
Hoover,
The Walker Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Ice-T,
The Moody Blues,
Junior Murvin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cameo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moby Grape,
Rapeman,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Moleskins,
The New Christs,
Leonard Cohen,
48th St. Collective,
Pet Shop Boys,
Icehouse,
The Sound,
Avey Tare,
The Gories,
Mantronix,
Public Enemy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Danielle Patucci,
Bob Dylan,
The Young Rascals,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rosa Yemen,
D'Angelo,
Cheater Slicks,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
MC5,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Maurizio,
Excepter,
Gang Starr,
Scott Walker,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mission of Burma,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swans,
Flipper,
Khruangbin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tommy Roe,
F. McDonald,
Easy Going,
Los Fastidios,
Arthur Verocai,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Iggy Pop,
DNA,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.