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 Romania and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 China Crisis to the dance 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boz Scaggs,
The Moody Blues,
Ronnie Foster,
Babytalk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Y Pants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Max Romeo,
Soul II Soul,
Davy DMX,
Minny Pops,
Derrick May,
New York Dolls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arab on Radar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nirvana,
The Gap Band,
The United States of America,
Sun City Girls,
Franke,
Ultravox,
FM Einheit,
Terry Callier,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blake Baxter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dennis Brown,
John Lydon,
Ohio Players,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pere Ubu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Monks,
Roxette,
Chris & Cosey,
The J.B.'s,
Toni Rubio,
Second Layer,
The New Christs,
Brand Nubian,
The Doors,
Joe Smooth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
One Last Wish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q and Not U,
Graham Central Station,
Jeff Mills,
Lalo Schifrin,
Danielle Patucci,
Unrelated Segments,
kango's stein massive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Siglo XX,
Kenny Larkin,
Adolescents,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.