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 Portugal and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Cale to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
John Foxx,
Drive Like Jehu,
Massinfluence,
The Associates,
Icehouse,
New Age Steppers,
The Slits,
Shuggie Otis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camouflage,
The Human League,
Von Mondo,
The Misunderstood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Lydon,
Oneida,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric Copeland,
A Certain Ratio,
Alphaville,
Nas,
Desert Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Popol Vuh,
Tears for Fears,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Steve Hackett,
The Angels of Light,
Lower 48,
June Days,
Altered Images,
Bobby Womack,
Bob Dylan,
Radio Birdman,
AZ,
Bill Near,
Crispian St. Peters,
Piero Umiliani,
Motorama,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Pus,
The Golliwogs,
Hoover,
June of 44,
Kevin Saunderson,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fugazi,
The Shadows of Knight,
T. Rex,
MDC,
Groovy Waters,
This Heat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eden Ahbez,
Sight & Sound,
Deadbeat,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.