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 Montenegro and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Captain Beefheart 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 PIL to the jazz 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Depeche Mode,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fela Kuti,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lalann,
The Invisible,
The Star Department,
Y Pants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jimmy McGriff,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arcadia,
Ronan,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joyce Sims,
Talk Talk,
Crime,
The Raincoats,
Basic Channel,
Subhumans,
Tim Buckley,
Lalo Schifrin,
ABBA,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skriet,
The Zeros,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roger Hodgson,
Half Japanese,
Stereo Dub,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mandrill,
Massinfluence,
Fat Boys,
Niagra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Susan Cadogan,
Magma,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barclay James Harvest,
Model 500,
Mo-Dettes,
Marc Almond,
Hashim,
Bill Near,
Spandau Ballet,
Thompson Twins,
Bob Dylan,
Parry Music,
The Music Machine,
John Lydon,
Bang On A Can,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Angels of Light,
The Real Kids,
Quantec,
Juan Atkins,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.