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 Panama and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cameo to the electroclash 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
James White and The Blacks,
The Saints,
Con Funk Shun,
Swell Maps,
Drexciya,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oblivians,
Newcleus,
Judy Mowatt,
The Index,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ponytail,
E-Dancer,
Quando Quango,
Moebius,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tommy Roe,
Sonic Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Sam Rivers,
Essential Logic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Bananas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Angels of Light,
The Busters,
Swans,
Skarface,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cymande,
Icehouse,
Idris Muhammad,
Dead Boys,
KRS-One,
Echospace,
Television,
Vainqueur,
Tres Demented,
Slave,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blues Magoos,
Spoonie Gee,
a-ha,
Symarip,
The Searchers,
The Red Krayola,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flamin' Groovies,
Carl Craig,
Brothers Johnson,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Danielle Patucci,
Lindisfarne,
Television Personalities,
Eddi Front,
Lower 48,
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.