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 India and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hoover to the grunge 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Eric Copeland,
Deadbeat,
Donny Hathaway,
Iggy Pop,
Clear Light,
The Flesh Eaters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brothers Johnson,
John Foxx,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dirtbombs,
The Star Department,
Sight & Sound,
Joey Negro,
The Selecter,
Outsiders,
Absolute Body Control,
The Shadows of Knight,
Essential Logic,
Yusef Lateef,
Minor Threat,
Trumans Water,
Infiniti,
The Smiths,
Eden Ahbez,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Al Stewart,
Khruangbin,
The Victims,
Ultravox,
Bobby Hutcherson,
In Retrospect,
Ludus,
China Crisis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Raincoats,
Sparks,
Underground Resistance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter and Kerry,
David Bowie,
Chrome,
Unrelated Segments,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Slits,
Black Bananas,
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker,
The Divine Comedy,
Yazoo,
Monolake,
Alphaville,
Fat Boys,
The Trojans,
The Grass Roots,
Subhumans,
Soft Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Arcadia,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.