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 Turkey and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bizarre Inc. to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
David McCallum,
Rod Modell,
Oneida,
Hasil Adkins,
Josef K,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pere Ubu,
Ken Boothe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fear,
Alice Coltrane,
DNA,
MC5,
Harmonia,
Negative Approach,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gong,
Blake Baxter,
Shoche,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rapeman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Inner City,
The Fugs,
Cybotron,
The Vogues,
Wally Richardson,
Sight & Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Motions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scott Walker,
Grey Daturas,
Kaleidoscope,
Babytalk,
Funky Four + One,
Toni Rubio,
Pole,
Cymande,
Spandau Ballet,
Steve Hackett,
Mark Hollis,
EPMD,
The Gladiators,
Alphaville,
Morten Harket,
Agent Orange,
Lee Hazlewood,
Groovy Waters,
Rakim,
Clear Light,
Metal Thangz,
Stiv Bators,
Lalann,
Ituana,
X-102,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rufus Thomas,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.