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 Sri Lanka and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barrington Levy to the jazz 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Chris Corsano,
Bootsy Collins,
Silicon Teens,
The Mojo Men,
Fat Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cymande,
La Düsseldorf,
The Buckinghams,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
Make Up,
Stetsasonic,
Trumans Water,
New Order,
Roxette,
Scan 7,
Rapeman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Man Parrish,
Marc Almond,
Marine Girls,
Minor Threat,
David Bowie,
Pole,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Maleditus Sound,
Unwound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
June Days,
John Foxx,
the Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultimate Spinach,
Audionom,
Black Sheep,
the Sonics,
Chris & Cosey,
Yazoo,
Mantronix,
Stiv Bators,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeff Lynne,
Nico,
Bill Wells,
X-Ray Spex,
Deepchord,
Talk Talk,
Public Enemy,
The Real Kids,
Blake Baxter,
the Swans,
The Searchers,
Scion,
Lyres,
K-Klass,
Max Romeo,
Johnny Clarke,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.