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 Cape Verde and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Y Pants to the funk 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
The Wake,
Fugazi,
Sunsets and Hearts,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Junior Murvin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magazine,
The Fall,
The Cowsills,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Outsiders,
Juan Atkins,
Black Sheep,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultravox,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mantronix,
Kurtis Blow,
Tres Demented,
John Holt,
Camouflage,
The Mojo Men,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultra Naté,
Bad Manners,
The Black Dice,
Gang Starr,
Newcleus,
Parry Music,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nick Fraelich,
The Slits,
Grauzone,
David McCallum,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marcia Griffiths,
Delta 5,
Sight & Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Lightning Bolt,
Lyres,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sonics,
The Count Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mummies,
The Blues Magoos,
Marc Almond,
Todd Terry,
The J.B.'s,
Barrington Levy,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.