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 Guinea-Bissau and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Aloha Tigers to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
The Remains,
Bobby Womack,
The Fugs,
Jeff Lynne,
Susan Cadogan,
Max Romeo,
Marmalade,
Circle Jerks,
Desert Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Television Personalities,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alison Limerick,
The Electric Prunes,
The Offenders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Negative Approach,
Erykah Badu,
The Slits,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Matthew Bourne,
Tim Buckley,
Malaria!,
Gang Starr,
Agitation Free,
Ludus,
Yazoo,
Suicide,
The Smoke,
Man Parrish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Henry Cow,
Swell Maps,
Deadbeat,
Half Japanese,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gong,
Faust,
The Slackers,
Con Funk Shun,
Alphaville,
Sun City Girls,
The Cure,
Bill Near,
Blancmange,
The Blues Magoos,
Depeche Mode,
Dual Sessions,
Icehouse,
Lindisfarne,
EPMD,
The Selecter,
Wally Richardson,
Intrusion,
Davy DMX,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Residents,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.