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 Japan and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Technova to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana 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?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fat Boys,
Terry Callier,
The Smiths,
Matthew Bourne,
Pantytec,
Q65,
Kenny Larkin,
The Grass Roots,
Boz Scaggs,
Funky Four + One,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nirvana,
Moby Grape,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Slackers,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Kaleidoscope,
Minny Pops,
Cal Tjader,
Au Pairs,
The Last Poets,
Los Fastidios,
Average White Band,
Laurel Aitken,
the Normal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Music Machine,
The Gap Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Marmalade,
Aural Exciters,
Massinfluence,
Deadbeat,
Derrick May,
Crispy Ambulance,
Isaac Hayes,
Lower 48,
Eddi Front,
Michelle Simonal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Buckinghams,
The Fugs,
Vainqueur,
The Gladiators,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Invisible,
Yusef Lateef,
The Names,
Swell Maps,
Procol Harum,
Camberwell Now,
The Selecter,
Drexciya,
Drive Like Jehu,
Susan Cadogan,
Gichy Dan,
Stereo Dub,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.