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 the UAE and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Mantronix to the rock 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Franke,
cv313,
Television,
The Mojo Men,
New Order,
The Litter,
Delta 5,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camouflage,
Rites of Spring,
Banda Bassotti,
Second Layer,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Selecter,
Moebius,
Crooked Eye,
Y Pants,
Chris Corsano,
The Gladiators,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Connie Case,
Metal Thangz,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fire Engines,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Moleskins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barbara Tucker,
Curtis Mayfield,
Porter Ricks,
Depeche Mode,
The Human League,
Little Man,
The Beau Brummels,
Young Marble Giants,
Sight & Sound,
Altered Images,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Babytalk,
Erasure,
Carl Craig,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minnie Riperton,
Thee Headcoats,
The Birthday Party,
Sugar Minott,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Maurizio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Alton Ellis,
The Leaves,
PIL,
The Gories,
Bobby Womack,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.