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 the UAE and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Dave Gahan to the funk 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Jeff Mills,
Lyres,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oblivians,
Ultravox,
John Lydon,
The Red Krayola,
The Blues Magoos,
The Star Department,
Soft Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Swans,
the Soft Cell,
Hashim,
DNA,
Mandrill,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Womack,
Echospace,
Parry Music,
Fela Kuti,
Section 25,
Arcadia,
Al Stewart,
Erasure,
Skriet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rotary Connection,
Danielle Patucci,
Monks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grauzone,
Stereo Dub,
Main Source,
D'Angelo,
Black Sheep,
Easy Going,
Eden Ahbez,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric B and Rakim,
Steve Hackett,
Young Marble Giants,
Judy Mowatt,
Cameo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Unwound,
JFA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
48th St. Collective,
Eve St. Jones,
Brand Nubian,
The Martian,
Carl Craig,
Warren Ellis,
Suicide,
Max Romeo,
Matthew Halsall,
Skaos,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.