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 Somalia and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 The Slackers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
The Star Department,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eddi Front,
Toni Rubio,
Theoretical Girls,
Dark Day,
Tim Buckley,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Starr,
Soulsonic Force,
Minny Pops,
A Certain Ratio,
Stiv Bators,
The Fire Engines,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minnie Riperton,
Angry Samoans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Görl,
Tears for Fears,
Peter & Gordon,
Technova,
ABBA,
Eric B and Rakim,
Don Cherry,
Slick Rick,
Rosa Yemen,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Lynne,
Young Marble Giants,
Marmalade,
Stereo Dub,
MC5,
Skaos,
kango's stein massive,
Jandek,
H. Thieme,
Fluxion,
the Swans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Faraquet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Skatalites,
D'Angelo,
The Young Rascals,
World's Most,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Al Stewart,
Qualms,
Warren Ellis,
LL Cool J,
Jeff Mills,
Subhumans,
Aural Exciters,
Archie Shepp,
David Bowie,
Quando Quango,
The Trojans,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.