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 Honduras and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Robert Görl to the dance 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes 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 chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Busters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alice Coltrane,
Roxette,
Minutemen,
Todd Terry,
The Pretty Things,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Livin' Joy,
Jandek,
Lungfish,
Eddi Front,
R.M.O.,
Alison Limerick,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Lucky Dragons,
Country Teasers,
The Invisible,
Funky Four + One,
Unrelated Segments,
Simply Red,
Smog,
Anakelly,
Lou Christie,
The Durutti Column,
Circle Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
Angry Samoans,
LL Cool J,
Ice-T,
Basic Channel,
Scientists,
Slave,
Jeff Mills,
The Cramps,
Pantytec,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Sheep,
Drexciya,
Hoover,
Warren Ellis,
Sight & Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Sherman,
Ronnie Foster,
Das Ding,
Iggy Pop,
Brand Nubian,
Sällskapet,
The Associates,
F. McDonald,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neu!,
Reagan Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Move,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.