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 Barbados and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Spandau Ballet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
the Slits,
Yellowson,
Camberwell Now,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wire,
10cc,
Jandek,
Whodini,
Y Pants,
Wasted Youth,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Cell,
Junior Murvin,
Funkadelic,
Suicide,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Guru Guru,
Eden Ahbez,
The Buckinghams,
Letta Mbulu,
Kaleidoscope,
The Invisible,
Albert Ayler,
Tears for Fears,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rosa Yemen,
Harmonia,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Byrd,
Infiniti,
Carl Craig,
The Monochrome Set,
U.S. Maple,
Morten Harket,
The Zeros,
Thompson Twins,
The Trojans,
Slick Rick,
Arab on Radar,
Magazine,
Mark Hollis,
Kayak,
Wally Richardson,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxette,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blossom Toes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Görl,
Minnie Riperton,
Flash Fearless,
The Human League,
Marvin Gaye,
Scrapy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.