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 Korea North and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the funk 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
The Slits,
T. Rex,
Hoover,
Spandau Ballet,
The Martian,
Goldenarms,
Porter Ricks,
Ossler,
Janne Schatter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eden Ahbez,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Flag,
Kool Moe Dee,
Angry Samoans,
Vainqueur,
Barry Ungar,
The Gladiators,
kango's stein massive,
Moss Icon,
Archie Shepp,
Howard Jones,
Cal Tjader,
Sonny Sharrock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pantytec,
Scrapy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zero Boys,
Motorama,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy Collins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Pus,
MDC,
Jeff Lynne,
Laurel Aitken,
L. Decosne,
Mo-Dettes,
Bad Manners,
Alphaville,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pussy Galore,
Index,
Fela Kuti,
Lakeside,
Duran Duran,
Spoonie Gee,
10cc,
Make Up,
Hot Snakes,
MC5,
Warren Ellis,
the Germs,
Shoche,
Funkadelic,
The Motions,
Rod Modell,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.