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 Jamaica and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Curtis Mayfield to the rock 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
X-Ray Spex,
Q and Not U,
Pussy Galore,
Sparks,
Television,
The Gun Club,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Easy Going,
Dave Gahan,
Visage,
The Durutti Column,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Youth Brigade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Von Mondo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mojo Men,
The Move,
Fluxion,
Neil Young,
Gang Green,
Clear Light,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Litter,
John Lydon,
KRS-One,
The Modern Lovers,
Popol Vuh,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Subhumans,
Kenny Larkin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yellowson,
Ossler,
Alice Coltrane,
The Toasters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Infiniti,
Steve Hackett,
CMW,
Erasure,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blossom Toes,
the Soft Cell,
Chris & Cosey,
Gong,
The Dead C,
D'Angelo,
Danielle Patucci,
Rod Modell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.