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 Uganda and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the dance 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators 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 dance 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
June Days,
A Certain Ratio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Görl,
Zero Boys,
Davy DMX,
The Evens,
Graham Central Station,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Supertramp,
The Last Poets,
Derrick May,
The Slits,
Scott Walker,
Subhumans,
Roy Ayers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris & Cosey,
the Swans,
The Leaves,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Associates,
Pantaleimon,
The Move,
Pylon,
Black Moon,
Aswad,
The Invisible,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Livin' Joy,
Fear,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skarface,
Rotary Connection,
Lungfish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Buckinghams,
Minny Pops,
Nas,
Joey Negro,
The New Christs,
Althea and Donna,
Blossom Toes,
Bauhaus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grauzone,
Pere Ubu,
The Selecter,
Wings,
Visage,
The Gap Band,
The Toasters,
The Standells,
Make Up,
The Fortunes,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Bananas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cal Tjader,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.