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 Bahamas and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Erasure to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
The Tremeloes,
Kurtis Blow,
OOIOO,
Magma,
Fort Wilson Riot,
UT,
The Blues Magoos,
Tom Boy,
Parry Music,
Negative Approach,
Robert Wyatt,
the Human League,
The Barracudas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Junior Murvin,
Iggy Pop,
Agitation Free,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ossler,
EPMD,
AZ,
The United States of America,
Arthur Verocai,
Minor Threat,
Second Layer,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yazoo,
The Monochrome Set,
Kas Product,
Angry Samoans,
FM Einheit,
Henry Cow,
Subhumans,
The Cowsills,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Heaven 17,
The Mojo Men,
A Certain Ratio,
Aural Exciters,
The Remains,
Robert Görl,
Jacques Brel,
Zero Boys,
The Selecter,
Chris & Cosey,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Copeland,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Durutti Column,
The Searchers,
The Black Dice,
Lower 48,
Donald Byrd,
Electric Prunes,
Malaria!,
Can,
Aaron Thompson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.