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 Nauru and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dave Gahan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Symarip,
James White and The Blacks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Matthew Halsall,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eddi Front,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rufus Thomas,
The Count Five,
Ken Boothe,
Malaria!,
Shuggie Otis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Normal,
Massinfluence,
Matthew Bourne,
Icehouse,
June of 44,
X-102,
UT,
Gang Green,
Gong,
Ludus,
Roxy Music,
the Association,
The Index,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Big Daddy Kane,
Spandau Ballet,
Kas Product,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jandek,
Pussy Galore,
The Evens,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Section 25,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Essential Logic,
Danielle Patucci,
Electric Prunes,
Main Source,
Pantytec,
Stetsasonic,
Monolake,
The Martian,
Minny Pops,
Agitation Free,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dawn Penn,
Brothers Johnson,
Susan Cadogan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Names,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pagans,
Piero Umiliani,
Scientists,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.