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 Singapore and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
The Saints,
The Smiths,
The Names,
Bobby Byrd,
Tubeway Army,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young,
China Crisis,
Icehouse,
The Associates,
Moby Grape,
Marmalade,
Alphaville,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tres Demented,
Thee Headcoats,
Sonic Youth,
a-ha,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Slick Rick,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gories,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kerrie Biddell,
The New Christs,
Tommy Roe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Basic Channel,
Neu!,
Los Fastidios,
Dave Gahan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rotary Connection,
The Stooges,
Sparks,
The Selecter,
Yazoo,
Marine Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare,
Chris & Cosey,
Minny Pops,
Anakelly,
The Monks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Pus,
Minnie Riperton,
Minor Threat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Junior Murvin,
Jacob Miller,
Deakin,
The Birthday Party,
Urselle,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Gang of Four,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.