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 Tajikistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Detroit Cobras to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Schoolly D,
Morten Harket,
MDC,
Tomorrow,
The Fortunes,
Wings,
Ponytail,
David McCallum,
MC5,
Josef K,
The Cure,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Litter,
X-Ray Spex,
Aswad,
Marmalade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Gang Dance,
The United States of America,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharoah Sanders,
New York Dolls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
June Days,
Tears for Fears,
Grey Daturas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultravox,
The Count Five,
Patti Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Anakelly,
Cheater Slicks,
Intrusion,
Circle Jerks,
Kaleidoscope,
Little Man,
Neil Young,
Porter Ricks,
Derrick Morgan,
Don Cherry,
Danielle Patucci,
Wire,
Ronan,
The Gories,
Sonic Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Flipper,
LL Cool J,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.