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 Kiribati and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fluxion to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
The Blues Magoos,
Smog,
10cc,
Terrestrial Tones,
Babytalk,
The Gun Club,
Stiv Bators,
Ultra Naté,
Cluster,
The Residents,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Görl,
The Index,
Terry Callier,
One Last Wish,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Moon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aswad,
Boredoms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blossom Toes,
Groovy Waters,
Don Cherry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
Livin' Joy,
Quantec,
Nirvana,
The New Christs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Order,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Youth Brigade,
Make Up,
The Kinks,
Kurtis Blow,
Magma,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Suburban Knight,
Cecil Taylor,
Derrick Morgan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Invisible,
The Fortunes,
The Knickerbockers,
Skaos,
Mars,
Loose Ends,
Wally Richardson,
Eddi Front,
Derrick May,
OOIOO,
Harmonia,
Rakim,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeff Mills,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.