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 Marshall Islands and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Cymande to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Scion,
John Foxx,
The Trojans,
Massinfluence,
Eurythmics,
The Last Poets,
Darondo,
Mad Mike,
Alice Coltrane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erasure,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scratch Acid,
Ultravox,
The Electric Prunes,
Quando Quango,
Sam Rivers,
Faust,
Jeff Lynne,
Skaos,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Slits,
Guru Guru,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Index,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fugazi,
U.S. Maple,
The Knickerbockers,
Deadbeat,
Reagan Youth,
Flipper,
Al Stewart,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Moleskins,
The Offenders,
Circle Jerks,
Skarface,
Ken Boothe,
John Holt,
Heaven 17,
Arcadia,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blancmange,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Moon,
PIL,
Lou Reed,
Brothers Johnson,
Max Romeo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flash Fearless,
Tres Demented,
Bang On A Can,
FM Einheit,
Nation of Ulysses,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.