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 Rwanda and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Pagans to the techno 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Sun Ra,
John Cale,
Anakelly,
Blake Baxter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wire,
Pierre Henry,
Patti Smith,
Warren Ellis,
the Sonics,
Minutemen,
kango's stein massive,
Ken Boothe,
John Lydon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wally Richardson,
Dennis Brown,
The Index,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moebius,
X-Ray Spex,
Sugar Minott,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scan 7,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pole,
Franke,
The Golliwogs,
Tomorrow,
Arcadia,
The Busters,
Pulsallama,
The Doobie Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
The Real Kids,
Thompson Twins,
Cybotron,
The Modern Lovers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
U.S. Maple,
Rapeman,
Graham Central Station,
Tom Boy,
Gang Starr,
One Last Wish,
Kenny Larkin,
cv313,
Youth Brigade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joyce Sims,
Easy Going,
John Coltrane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bootsy Collins,
Khruangbin,
Mission of Burma,
Max Romeo,
LL Cool J,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Electric Prunes,
Jacques Brel,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.