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 Burundi and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Michael McDonald 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 Graham Central Station to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Silicon Teens,
Idris Muhammad,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Last Poets,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sällskapet,
Animal Collective,
Echospace,
Rosa Yemen,
Yaz,
Quando Quango,
Terrestrial Tones,
La Düsseldorf,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fuzztones,
Los Fastidios,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wire,
Unrelated Segments,
Wally Richardson,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Techniques,
Danielle Patucci,
the Slits,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Patti Smith,
Skarface,
Khruangbin,
LL Cool J,
X-Ray Spex,
Eurythmics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ornette Coleman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dark Day,
Scratch Acid,
Pantytec,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
kango's stein massive,
Kerri Chandler,
Essential Logic,
Mad Mike,
Moby Grape,
Mars,
Talk Talk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
OOIOO,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soft Machine,
Sister Nancy,
The Wake,
Crash Course in Science,
Amon Düül,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang of Four,
Pierre Henry,
Tears for Fears,
Shuggie Otis,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.