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 Russia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 The Cure to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Mad Mike,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Main Source,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Pus,
Ken Boothe,
Kenny Larkin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thompson Twins,
Black Sheep,
The Pretty Things,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amazonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Darondo,
The Vogues,
Flipper,
Stiv Bators,
Public Enemy,
In Retrospect,
UT,
The Human League,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Green,
Hashim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lungfish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Martian,
Black Bananas,
Shoche,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric Copeland,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Association,
Maleditus Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Names,
Stetsasonic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ten City,
The American Breed,
The Residents,
Dead Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Eddi Front,
Harmonia,
Eric Dolphy,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.