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 Papua New Guinea 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Flipper to the rap 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Zero Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joe Smooth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eddi Front,
Jacques Brel,
Maleditus Sound,
Magma,
Lungfish,
The Gladiators,
Ohio Players,
Underground Resistance,
Marc Almond,
Intrusion,
Spandau Ballet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thompson Twins,
Todd Rundgren,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
OOIOO,
Ultra Naté,
Smog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gap Band,
The Techniques,
Godley & Creme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Surgeon,
Quando Quango,
The Moody Blues,
Fat Boys,
Connie Case,
Niagra,
Black Moon,
Guru Guru,
Kayak,
Sandy B,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gichy Dan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Basic Channel,
Tim Buckley,
Bang On A Can,
Rotary Connection,
Blake Baxter,
Suburban Knight,
Rosa Yemen,
Boz Scaggs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Searchers,
The Electric Prunes,
Loose Ends,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Five Americans,
The Residents,
Max Romeo,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.