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 Iraq and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the rock 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smoke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sugar Minott,
Little Man,
Neu!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The American Breed,
David Axelrod,
Spandau Ballet,
The Remains,
Absolute Body Control,
Sexual Harrassment,
PIL,
Lou Reed,
Japan,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scrapy,
LL Cool J,
Mad Mike,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bob Dylan,
Albert Ayler,
The Selecter,
The Offenders,
Joe Finger,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yazoo,
James White and The Blacks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pagans,
Bluetip,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Green,
Tubeway Army,
Alphaville,
Zero Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stetsasonic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brick,
Scion,
Camouflage,
Public Enemy,
Iggy Pop,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ituana,
Qualms,
Peter & Gordon,
Half Japanese,
Fluxion,
Wings,
David McCallum,
Hashim,
Davy DMX,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.