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 Croatia and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Tres Demented to the jazz 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tom Boy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Patti Smith,
The American Breed,
Unrelated Segments,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Holt,
Parry Music,
Warsaw,
Supertramp,
Pulsallama,
Howard Jones,
Echospace,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Can,
Y Pants,
The Gap Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Searchers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Juan Atkins,
Matthew Bourne,
Monks,
Ultra Naté,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Glenn Branca,
Jeff Mills,
Unwound,
The Cowsills,
Gang Green,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Section 25,
Scratch Acid,
Derrick Morgan,
Kurtis Blow,
Metal Thangz,
cv313,
Mission of Burma,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dual Sessions,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Donny Hathaway,
Camberwell Now,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Smooth,
Pierre Henry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marshall Jefferson,
The J.B.'s,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Association,
Bill Wells,
MDC,
Amon Düül II,
CMW,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.