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 Portugal and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Rhythm & Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
The Toasters,
Lucky Dragons,
Aaron Thompson,
the Human League,
Patti Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Ice-T,
Eddi Front,
The Black Dice,
Stereo Dub,
Scion,
Chrome,
Idris Muhammad,
Mark Hollis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Searchers,
Fluxion,
Deepchord,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stiv Bators,
Funkadelic,
John Coltrane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flash Fearless,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sister Nancy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Invisible,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mr. Review,
Matthew Halsall,
Marcia Griffiths,
Davy DMX,
Gang Green,
The Cure,
Smog,
Unrelated Segments,
James White and The Blacks,
Nik Kershaw,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minor Threat,
Steve Hackett,
Archie Shepp,
Japan,
Tears for Fears,
Royal Trux,
Robert Görl,
Unwound,
Roxy Music,
Eric Dolphy,
Lalann,
Sonic Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
June Days,
Desert Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Severed Heads,
Mandrill,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.