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 Liechtenstein and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 The Human League to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Wally Richardson,
The Durutti Column,
Bronski Beat,
Minnie Riperton,
a-ha,
Absolute Body Control,
Dead Boys,
The Trojans,
Susan Cadogan,
Fatback Band,
FM Einheit,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Raincoats,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Leonard Cohen,
Masters at Work,
Fad Gadget,
Slick Rick,
MC5,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Monks,
Mars,
Franke,
Warren Ellis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pantytec,
Ultra Naté,
Johnny Clarke,
One Last Wish,
Pussy Galore,
Soul II Soul,
Drive Like Jehu,
U.S. Maple,
The Litter,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cure,
The Victims,
Au Pairs,
Lyres,
The Move,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pulsallama,
Desert Stars,
Negative Approach,
Sonny Sharrock,
Schoolly D,
The Barracudas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hashim,
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Television Personalities,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.