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 Guinea and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 China Crisis to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Black Dice,
Jerry's Kids,
Brand Nubian,
Brick,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Carl Craig,
X-Ray Spex,
Cheater Slicks,
Bauhaus,
Flash Fearless,
Saccharine Trust,
Marcia Griffiths,
Basic Channel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yazoo,
Erykah Badu,
Cymande,
Dawn Penn,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bluetip,
Mission of Burma,
Blake Baxter,
Outsiders,
Wally Richardson,
Morten Harket,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arthur Verocai,
Flipper,
Supertramp,
The Motions,
Slick Rick,
The Index,
The Victims,
The Star Department,
Magma,
Blancmange,
Porter Ricks,
Moss Icon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sonic Youth,
Funkadelic,
Scientists,
Josef K,
The American Breed,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fugs,
D'Angelo,
Joensuu 1685,
Essential Logic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Little Man,
Dave Gahan,
Young Marble Giants,
Youth Brigade,
The Alarm Clocks,
Loose Ends,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun City Girls,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.