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 Antigua and from Cairo.
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 Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
The New Christs,
Alton Ellis,
The Mummies,
The Slits,
Moss Icon,
CMW,
Fela Kuti,
Half Japanese,
Robert Hood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cameo,
Pere Ubu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quantec,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Monochrome Set,
Graham Central Station,
Zapp,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fluxion,
F. McDonald,
Zero Boys,
Nico,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bootsy Collins,
Tom Boy,
Dual Sessions,
Black Moon,
Dark Day,
Magma,
Hoover,
Heaven 17,
Todd Terry,
Underground Resistance,
Boredoms,
Nas,
Television,
Desert Stars,
Severed Heads,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Starr,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barrington Levy,
The Zeros,
Tim Buckley,
The Dead C,
Gang Green,
X-102,
the Swans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
the Soft Cell,
Jeff Mills,
Darondo,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.