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 Benin 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 X-102 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Quantec,
Darondo,
Peter & Gordon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Leonard Cohen,
Cheater Slicks,
The Raincoats,
Sugar Minott,
Brick,
Isaac Hayes,
Lee Hazlewood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Happenings,
Yaz,
John Holt,
Panda Bear,
Cal Tjader,
Steve Hackett,
Urselle,
Interpol,
Sixth Finger,
The J.B.'s,
Hardrive,
Yazoo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sight & Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Flag,
Pere Ubu,
Amon Düül II,
MDC,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Au Pairs,
Monolake,
Slick Rick,
Minny Pops,
Terry Callier,
EPMD,
Sonic Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
Bill Wells,
The Motions,
Junior Murvin,
Deepchord,
Ultra Naté,
The Grass Roots,
Magma,
Jacob Miller,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cure,
The Smoke,
Piero Umiliani,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jerry's Kids,
The Stooges,
Marvin Gaye,
Dead Boys,
Neu!,
Sun Ra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arab on Radar,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.