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 Korea North and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Man Eating Sloth to the funk 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Youth Brigade,
Freddie Wadling,
Pagans,
Mark Hollis,
Chrome,
ABC,
Procol Harum,
Soul Sonic Force,
DNA,
CMW,
Nik Kershaw,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Duran Duran,
Junior Murvin,
Soft Machine,
The Music Machine,
The Birthday Party,
Lower 48,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Hood,
Severed Heads,
Roxy Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
Althea and Donna,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Con Funk Shun,
EPMD,
Minor Threat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pantytec,
The New Christs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang of Four,
Alison Limerick,
Y Pants,
the Association,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Grass Roots,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cheater Slicks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Maleditus Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
The Leaves,
Rakim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Metal Thangz,
Davy DMX,
Clear Light,
Fatback Band,
Robert Görl,
Nico,
LL Cool J,
Adolescents,
The Shadows of Knight,
Janne Schatter,
Monolake,
The Gap Band,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.