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 Rwanda and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Star Department 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
The Five Americans,
Thee Headcoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Raincoats,
the Germs,
Amon Düül,
Jacob Miller,
Minutemen,
Von Mondo,
Blossom Toes,
Idris Muhammad,
Blake Baxter,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Star Department,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fugs,
Ten City,
Deepchord,
The Slackers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rakim,
La Düsseldorf,
Davy DMX,
Outsiders,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Birthday Party,
Surgeon,
Adolescents,
ABC,
Tres Demented,
Cameo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scan 7,
Lalo Schifrin,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doors,
Donny Hathaway,
Matthew Halsall,
Dark Day,
Flipper,
Echospace,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Divine Comedy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
This Heat,
Sun City Girls,
Amazonics,
Pussy Galore,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Second Layer,
Trumans Water,
Nik Kershaw,
Bootsy Collins,
Warsaw,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.