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 Mauritius and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Japan to the techno 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Alphaville,
Marc Almond,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cameo,
Basic Channel,
David McCallum,
New Order,
Derrick May,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blancmange,
Sparks,
Ten City,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rotary Connection,
Electric Prunes,
Magazine,
Sugar Minott,
Susan Cadogan,
Organ,
Minutemen,
Little Man,
Soul II Soul,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Franke,
Dark Day,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jacques Brel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Porter Ricks,
Shoche,
Boredoms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cure,
The Evens,
Swell Maps,
Grauzone,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kas Product,
OOIOO,
Gong,
H. Thieme,
Youth Brigade,
Black Bananas,
The Sound,
Adolescents,
Depeche Mode,
L. Decosne,
Skaos,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Leonard Cohen,
X-101,
The Searchers,
Wings,
Pylon,
Sarah Menescal,
Symarip,
Cecil Taylor,
Godley & Creme,
The Moody Blues,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.