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 Cuba and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun City Girls,
Cymande,
Black Moon,
Monks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mark Hollis,
Shoche,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flash Fearless,
Warren Ellis,
Roger Hodgson,
Johnny Clarke,
Al Stewart,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fall,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dual Sessions,
Lalann,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Visage,
The Cure,
Nils Olav,
Lower 48,
John Foxx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pole,
CMW,
MDC,
Mantronix,
Pierre Henry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skarface,
Liliput,
Radio Birdman,
the Soft Cell,
Schoolly D,
Vainqueur,
LL Cool J,
The Names,
The Barracudas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Smooth,
The Monochrome Set,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chrome,
Wolf Eyes,
Susan Cadogan,
Skriet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brick,
The Star Department,
Bronski Beat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nas,
Saccharine Trust,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.