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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Zapp to the disco 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Juan Atkins,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun Ra,
PIL,
a-ha,
The Knickerbockers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mummies,
Sonic Youth,
The Human League,
The Evens,
The Gun Club,
Can,
Ten City,
Danielle Patucci,
Section 25,
Althea and Donna,
Barclay James Harvest,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mr. Review,
Pantaleimon,
Q and Not U,
Roxy Music,
Moebius,
DJ Sneak,
Sonny Sharrock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Sheep,
The Music Machine,
Bang On A Can,
Babytalk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mojo Men,
Aural Exciters,
Neil Young,
Ultra Naté,
Susan Cadogan,
Junior Murvin,
World's Most,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Blackbyrds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lower 48,
June of 44,
Moss Icon,
Drexciya,
The Moleskins,
The Fortunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric Copeland,
New Age Steppers,
Reagan Youth,
Minor Threat,
H. Thieme,
Technova,
Cymande,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.