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 Australia and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Connie Case 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Donny Hathaway,
Neu!,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sparks,
Flipper,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brand Nubian,
The Blues Magoos,
David McCallum,
Duran Duran,
The Misunderstood,
Tubeway Army,
Ohio Players,
Maurizio,
Audionom,
Bill Near,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Moody Blues,
Derrick May,
Man Eating Sloth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Neon Judgement,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mad Mike,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun Ra,
John Foxx,
The Sonics,
Interpol,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ossler,
Pussy Galore,
Graham Central Station,
Archie Shepp,
The Fall,
James White and The Blacks,
Mark Hollis,
Can,
Crispy Ambulance,
Livin' Joy,
Mr. Review,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barbara Tucker,
Nils Olav,
The Victims,
Infiniti,
Suburban Knight,
Grey Daturas,
The Fire Engines,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Inner City,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lakeside,
Half Japanese,
Sällskapet,
Tears for Fears,
Chris & Cosey,
Visage,
Angry Samoans,
D'Angelo,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.