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 Russia and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Ornette Coleman to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marcia Griffiths,
Public Enemy,
Chris & Cosey,
Aaron Thompson,
Flipper,
Ice-T,
The Remains,
Tomorrow,
Morten Harket,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric Copeland,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soulsonic Force,
Average White Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Pere Ubu,
Scott Walker,
Derrick May,
Jacques Brel,
Clear Light,
Mantronix,
The Star Department,
Intrusion,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Durutti Column,
Faust,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Shoche,
The Blues Magoos,
Vainqueur,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Cale,
Yellowson,
Brothers Johnson,
Monolake,
Kaleidoscope,
Zero Boys,
Au Pairs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wally Richardson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cymande,
Public Image Ltd.,
Symarip,
Hot Snakes,
Harmonia,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pantaleimon,
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy Collins,
Joe Smooth,
Sex Pistols,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cheater Slicks,
Japan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.