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 Libya and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sound Behaviour to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Tim Buckley,
Reuben Wilson,
The Stooges,
Leonard Cohen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quando Quango,
FM Einheit,
Youth Brigade,
Ice-T,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Moleskins,
John Foxx,
David Bowie,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
Connie Case,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Lydon,
Aaron Thompson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Slave,
Black Moon,
Cheater Slicks,
Glenn Branca,
Toni Rubio,
Smog,
Scan 7,
Lindisfarne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ronnie Foster,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sight & Sound,
Deakin,
Boz Scaggs,
Iggy Pop,
Adolescents,
Saccharine Trust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Byrd,
The Vogues,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Todd Terry,
Patti Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gap Band,
the Human League,
Underground Resistance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Saints,
the Normal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Procol Harum,
L. Decosne,
Ornette Coleman,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Grass Roots,
the Sonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.