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 Montenegro and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Colin Newman to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Todd Rundgren,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Holt,
Theoretical Girls,
Clear Light,
Marc Almond,
X-102,
Tropical Tobacco,
Monks,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Blackbyrds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Connie Case,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rotary Connection,
Das Ding,
Joey Negro,
Symarip,
Loose Ends,
DJ Sneak,
X-101,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare,
The Zeros,
The Grass Roots,
Q65,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aswad,
Mad Mike,
The Vogues,
Bizarre Inc.,
China Crisis,
Excepter,
Mo-Dettes,
Quando Quango,
Crash Course in Science,
Bluetip,
John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
Alton Ellis,
Lalann,
Lee Hazlewood,
Index,
X-Ray Spex,
Franke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barrington Levy,
Easy Going,
Television Personalities,
John Lydon,
Ludus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
MDC,
Johnny Osbourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.