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 Jordan and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ronan to the electroclash 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Boogie Down Productions,
PIL,
Technova,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The New Christs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Adolescents,
Jesper Dahlback,
Theoretical Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
June Days,
The Remains,
Fad Gadget,
KRS-One,
Al Stewart,
Heaven 17,
Moebius,
Boz Scaggs,
Joe Finger,
The Pretty Things,
Essential Logic,
Skriet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Iggy Pop,
Rekid,
Janne Schatter,
Fela Kuti,
Zapp,
Michelle Simonal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mark Hollis,
The Fire Engines,
Organ,
Chris & Cosey,
Susan Cadogan,
Interpol,
The Count Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Half Japanese,
Althea and Donna,
Soft Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Throbbing Gristle,
Girls At Our Best!,
Royal Trux,
The Star Department,
Delta 5,
Maleditus Sound,
Scion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vladislav Delay,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Graham Central Station,
Terry Callier,
Bauhaus,
Wings,
The Sound,
Sun Ra,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.