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 Jamaica and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Ken Boothe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Visage,
Black Moon,
Boz Scaggs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
F. McDonald,
One Last Wish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
48th St. Collective,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy Collins,
Dark Day,
Black Bananas,
Howard Jones,
This Heat,
The Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Ponytail,
Soft Cell,
Sandy B,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Erasure,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Faraquet,
Bush Tetras,
Janne Schatter,
The Modern Lovers,
Laurel Aitken,
The Durutti Column,
Motorama,
Arab on Radar,
Ohio Players,
Hardrive,
Fluxion,
Technova,
Popol Vuh,
The Sisters of Mercy,
UT,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neu!,
Slave,
Sister Nancy,
Soft Machine,
Black Sheep,
Kas Product,
The Trojans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
These Immortal Souls,
Unrelated Segments,
Sugar Minott,
Aswad,
X-102,
The Real Kids,
Peter and Kerry,
The Toasters,
The Stooges,
Monks,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.