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 Eritrea and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 The Detroit Cobras to the jazz 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Minnie Riperton,
The Modern Lovers,
Scientists,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Names,
Trumans Water,
Cecil Taylor,
Goldenarms,
Technova,
Pantytec,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Piero Umiliani,
Stiv Bators,
Make Up,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
D'Angelo,
Erasure,
Cheater Slicks,
The Evens,
Isaac Hayes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Normal,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Axelrod,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gabor Szabo,
Easy Going,
Scrapy,
Colin Newman,
U.S. Maple,
The Skatalites,
The Velvet Underground,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David Bowie,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
Motorama,
Massinfluence,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mo-Dettes,
The Angels of Light,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vladislav Delay,
Ronan,
World's Most,
Chris & Cosey,
Tomorrow,
Visage,
Monks,
John Cale,
The Stooges,
Funky Four + One,
Kurtis Blow,
Kas Product,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Wyatt,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.