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 Laos and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ultravox to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
China Crisis,
The Durutti Column,
Freddie Wadling,
Con Funk Shun,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Piero Umiliani,
Sandy B,
Grauzone,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Saints,
Roger Hodgson,
Circle Jerks,
Aaron Thompson,
Outsiders,
Marine Girls,
John Cale,
The Knickerbockers,
Bang On A Can,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Shoche,
The New Christs,
Simply Red,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rapeman,
MC5,
Gabor Szabo,
The Walker Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Sheep,
Rekid,
Minny Pops,
Robert Görl,
Lalann,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barry Ungar,
Rosa Yemen,
Depeche Mode,
Leonard Cohen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Electric Prunes,
Erasure,
Adolescents,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Parry Music,
New Order,
Desert Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lucky Dragons,
Wally Richardson,
Sam Rivers,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Zeros,
Khruangbin,
The J.B.'s,
Mandrill,
the Human League,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.