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 Belarus and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Eurythmics to the rap 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Eric Dolphy,
Byron Stingily,
Vladislav Delay,
Heaven 17,
The Stooges,
Be Bop Deluxe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blancmange,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Technova,
Nik Kershaw,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Supertramp,
Barrington Levy,
Arab on Radar,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David Axelrod,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Reagan Youth,
The Pop Group,
Grauzone,
Echospace,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Womack,
Boz Scaggs,
Stiv Bators,
Visage,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ohio Players,
Aural Exciters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hashim,
Main Source,
Jerry's Kids,
Fear,
Guru Guru,
Yusef Lateef,
Piero Umiliani,
Quadrant,
Wings,
Janne Schatter,
Swans,
Roxy Music,
The Happenings,
Pet Shop Boys,
Loose Ends,
Sandy B,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mad Mike,
Maurizio,
Motorama,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.