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 Kiribati and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Rosa Yemen to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Arab on Radar,
June of 44,
Hardrive,
Gregory Isaacs,
Intrusion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Excepter,
Todd Rundgren,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brothers Johnson,
Monolake,
Sex Pistols,
The Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Ultra Naté,
The J.B.'s,
Sister Nancy,
The Stooges,
Dead Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rod Modell,
Cal Tjader,
Sunsets and Hearts,
F. McDonald,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Surgeon,
Rosa Yemen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dawn Penn,
Quantec,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Offenders,
Hashim,
Marvin Gaye,
The Blackbyrds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bootsy Collins,
New Age Steppers,
The Knickerbockers,
Ituana,
Scratch Acid,
Roxette,
Sight & Sound,
Ronan,
Simply Red,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roy Ayers,
Lower 48,
The Golliwogs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masters at Work,
Angry Samoans,
Shuggie Otis,
Procol Harum,
Faraquet,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.