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 Mali and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 R.M.O. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
X-102,
The Fuzztones,
Interpol,
Robert Hood,
X-101,
Altered Images,
Parry Music,
UT,
the Swans,
Supertramp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Man Parrish,
MDC,
Bluetip,
Blancmange,
Ultra Naté,
The Angels of Light,
The Cramps,
Babytalk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharoah Sanders,
Colin Newman,
Byron Stingily,
Cymande,
Tim Buckley,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Searchers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scientists,
Jawbox,
Television,
Tubeway Army,
the Human League,
La Düsseldorf,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bill Near,
Con Funk Shun,
Q and Not U,
The Star Department,
Mo-Dettes,
Flipper,
The Stooges,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barry Ungar,
Drexciya,
Sparks,
Ossler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cybotron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Smog,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.