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 Tuvalu and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Nik Kershaw to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Stiv Bators,
Joy Division,
Cluster,
June of 44,
Avey Tare,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Wyatt,
Camberwell Now,
The Monks,
Theoretical Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DJ Style,
The Grass Roots,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mad Mike,
Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
L. Decosne,
Skarface,
OOIOO,
The Gun Club,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Simply Red,
The Dirtbombs,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nas,
The Blackbyrds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Siglo XX,
Crime,
Ice-T,
Bush Tetras,
World's Most,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chrome,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chris Corsano,
La Düsseldorf,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Music Machine,
X-101,
Ponytail,
Alton Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
Interpol,
Infiniti,
Oneida,
Wire,
Stereo Dub,
Rhythm & Sound,
Talk Talk,
Metal Thangz,
Dave Gahan,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.