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 Ireland and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bootsy Collins to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
OOIOO,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maleditus Sound,
Shoche,
Gang Starr,
Cluster,
Lalo Schifrin,
Suburban Knight,
Man Eating Sloth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thee Headcoats,
Dead Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Warren Ellis,
The Leaves,
Mandrill,
Hot Snakes,
Eddi Front,
Mars,
the Germs,
Subhumans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eli Mardock,
Moebius,
Gang Green,
Jerry's Kids,
Main Source,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Von Mondo,
The Fortunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
KRS-One,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rotary Connection,
Freddie Wadling,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boz Scaggs,
The New Christs,
UT,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Christie,
T.S.O.L.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radiohead,
Simply Red,
Iggy Pop,
Eric Copeland,
Sixth Finger,
The J.B.'s,
H. Thieme,
June of 44,
Cal Tjader,
Dennis Brown,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cybotron,
Symarip,
David McCallum,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.