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 Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Yellowson,
Davy DMX,
The Music Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
Monolake,
Rufus Thomas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rotary Connection,
Grey Daturas,
The Kinks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yazoo,
Main Source,
Laurel Aitken,
Hoover,
Matthew Bourne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soft Cell,
Blake Baxter,
Cymande,
Underground Resistance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dark Day,
Soulsonic Force,
Can,
X-Ray Spex,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Letta Mbulu,
Procol Harum,
Marc Almond,
Sugar Minott,
Inner City,
Maleditus Sound,
Josef K,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rites of Spring,
Japan,
The Red Krayola,
Visage,
One Last Wish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Associates,
Public Enemy,
Pantaleimon,
Don Cherry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fall,
Mark Hollis,
Malaria!,
Roxy Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Steve Hackett,
Adolescents,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Saints,
Boz Scaggs,
Vladislav Delay,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.