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 Belgium and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 a-ha to the electroclash 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aural Exciters,
Masters at Work,
Ronnie Foster,
Livin' Joy,
Camouflage,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scan 7,
EPMD,
Boredoms,
Juan Atkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pantytec,
Alison Limerick,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Clarke,
The Toasters,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Electric Prunes,
Jacques Brel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Germs,
Scratch Acid,
Arab on Radar,
Minutemen,
Moby Grape,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Selecter,
Bauhaus,
Hoover,
The Red Krayola,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lungfish,
Joe Smooth,
Surgeon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joy Division,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Lydon,
Y Pants,
Television Personalities,
Cybotron,
The Barracudas,
Pole,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
KRS-One,
Subhumans,
Soft Cell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Duran Duran,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Names,
Icehouse,
Letta Mbulu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Procol Harum,
Niagra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Howard Jones,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.