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 Brunei and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Wolf Eyes to the dance 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Make Up,
Flash Fearless,
Sun City Girls,
Jandek,
Susan Cadogan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Echospace,
D'Angelo,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deakin,
The Misunderstood,
10cc,
Slick Rick,
Lou Christie,
Nirvana,
Prince Buster,
The Smiths,
Underground Resistance,
John Foxx,
Roy Ayers,
the Association,
Moss Icon,
Aswad,
The Grass Roots,
Wally Richardson,
The Real Kids,
Tears for Fears,
8 Eyed Spy,
CMW,
Parry Music,
Alphaville,
Sister Nancy,
The Electric Prunes,
Lightning Bolt,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kas Product,
Pet Shop Boys,
Half Japanese,
Boredoms,
Josef K,
Hasil Adkins,
Angry Samoans,
Deepchord,
Con Funk Shun,
T. Rex,
Simply Red,
The American Breed,
Mary Jane Girls,
Subhumans,
Zapp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric B and Rakim,
FM Einheit,
Marcia Griffiths,
New Order,
Mr. Review,
The New Christs,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.