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 Kazakhstan and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
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 Captain Beefheart 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 Mojo Men to the techno 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Girls At Our Best!,
Qualms,
Metal Thangz,
the Association,
Todd Terry,
Arthur Verocai,
Japan,
Kenny Larkin,
Brothers Johnson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Cell,
L. Decosne,
Ultravox,
Mary Jane Girls,
Faust,
CMW,
Parry Music,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yaz,
Bill Near,
Michelle Simonal,
Dawn Penn,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scratch Acid,
The Star Department,
Clear Light,
Accadde A,
Roger Hodgson,
Fatback Band,
The Human League,
John Lydon,
The Evens,
Josef K,
Jeff Mills,
Minutemen,
Scion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cameo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed,
Rotary Connection,
Organ,
The Saints,
Barry Ungar,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eden Ahbez,
New Order,
Maurizio,
Aaron Thompson,
The Pop Group,
Darondo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Main Source,
Joe Finger,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pantaleimon,
The Victims,
Index,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.