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 Thailand and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
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 spring reverb 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 Minny Pops to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Letta Mbulu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
Niagra,
Thee Headcoats,
Motorama,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Coltrane,
K-Klass,
Crash Course in Science,
Marine Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Easy Going,
Arcadia,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mandrill,
Johnny Clarke,
Magma,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed,
Rufus Thomas,
Carl Craig,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Görl,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cal Tjader,
Television Personalities,
Sister Nancy,
John Holt,
Neu!,
Howard Jones,
the Association,
Idris Muhammad,
Technova,
The Victims,
Public Enemy,
Amon Düül,
Maurizio,
Khruangbin,
Sun Ra,
Das Ding,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boz Scaggs,
Joey Negro,
The Star Department,
Eurythmics,
Pantytec,
The Searchers,
The J.B.'s,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Whodini,
Young Marble Giants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
One Last Wish,
Laurel Aitken,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cecil Taylor,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.