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 Congo 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jacob Miller to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ten City,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joensuu 1685,
Roy Ayers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ohio Players,
Juan Atkins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amon Düül,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thompson Twins,
Masters at Work,
Isaac Hayes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Can,
Clear Light,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magma,
The Count Five,
Symarip,
Von Mondo,
EPMD,
Tom Boy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Heaven 17,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultravox,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ken Boothe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Altered Images,
The Gap Band,
Rotary Connection,
Piero Umiliani,
Silicon Teens,
Nico,
Magazine,
John Lydon,
Siglo XX,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ponytail,
Infiniti,
Tomorrow,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Raincoats,
China Crisis,
Fatback Band,
the Normal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.