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 Liberia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Public Enemy 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Ultra Naté,
The Victims,
Intrusion,
China Crisis,
Boz Scaggs,
Todd Rundgren,
Talk Talk,
UT,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Agent Orange,
Fad Gadget,
Wolf Eyes,
Amon Düül II,
The Tremeloes,
Electric Prunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Womack,
The Durutti Column,
The Five Americans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Organ,
Neu!,
Tears for Fears,
Aaron Thompson,
The Last Poets,
Thee Headcoats,
Yusef Lateef,
Henry Cow,
K-Klass,
Dave Gahan,
Depeche Mode,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siglo XX,
John Foxx,
Country Teasers,
Piero Umiliani,
Terry Callier,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blues Magoos,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Animal Collective,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
R.M.O.,
X-102,
Susan Cadogan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Skatalites,
Y Pants,
Lyres,
Clear Light,
Zapp,
Von Mondo,
Altered Images,
Lucky Dragons,
Essential Logic,
Soulsonic Force,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.