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 Somalia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rufus Thomas to the grime 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Simply Red,
Mo-Dettes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New Order,
Ludus,
World's Most,
Jawbox,
Thee Headcoats,
The Litter,
Tres Demented,
Magazine,
Agitation Free,
John Coltrane,
JFA,
the Bar-Kays,
Judy Mowatt,
Connie Case,
The Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harry Pussy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Circle Jerks,
The Smiths,
The Saints,
Lyres,
The Vogues,
The Knickerbockers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scrapy,
Henry Cow,
Main Source,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Absolute Body Control,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
AZ,
Joensuu 1685,
Faraquet,
Kurtis Blow,
Sällskapet,
The Happenings,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jacques Brel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Index,
The Golliwogs,
Mission of Burma,
Pussy Galore,
Minnie Riperton,
Marc Almond,
The Raincoats,
The Black Dice,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
F. McDonald,
Siglo XX,
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.