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 Ireland and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe 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 Depeche Mode to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Lakeside,
The Saints,
Albert Ayler,
Adolescents,
The Move,
Quando Quango,
Ornette Coleman,
AZ,
Simply Red,
Black Bananas,
Kayak,
The Neon Judgement,
Chris & Cosey,
Soulsonic Force,
Malaria!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Cale,
Tommy Roe,
Todd Rundgren,
Delta 5,
Saccharine Trust,
Piero Umiliani,
Gabor Szabo,
Suicide,
Ken Boothe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sugar Minott,
Television,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultravox,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Fania All-Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Visage,
Newcleus,
Sun Ra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mummies,
The Fortunes,
Jacob Miller,
Supertramp,
China Crisis,
Donald Byrd,
The Cure,
Deadbeat,
Crash Course in Science,
Pharoah Sanders,
Von Mondo,
Boz Scaggs,
Stiv Bators,
Tomorrow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Parry Music,
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.