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 Liechtenstein and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dennis Brown to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Bourne,
Accadde A,
UT,
Reagan Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yellowson,
Mantronix,
Man Eating Sloth,
Section 25,
Guru Guru,
Ponytail,
Theoretical Girls,
The Toasters,
Susan Cadogan,
The Star Department,
Bronski Beat,
Slave,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerrie Biddell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Essential Logic,
Fugazi,
Johnny Osbourne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Beau Brummels,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
kango's stein massive,
Idris Muhammad,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mark Hollis,
X-102,
Rhythm & Sound,
ABC,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scott Walker,
Joyce Sims,
Hardrive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bad Manners,
Dave Gahan,
Harmonia,
The Techniques,
B.T. Express,
Cybotron,
Davy DMX,
Zapp,
Khruangbin,
Cluster,
OOIOO,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Associates,
Babytalk,
Marc Almond,
EPMD,
The Martian,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.