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 Nigeria and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Maurizio to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bill Near,
Terry Callier,
R.M.O.,
Depeche Mode,
Mo-Dettes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Steve Hackett,
The Modern Lovers,
World's Most,
Joey Negro,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barbara Tucker,
Audionom,
Godley & Creme,
Lower 48,
Fugazi,
Tubeway Army,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fatback Band,
Angry Samoans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
K-Klass,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terrestrial Tones,
Qualms,
Malaria!,
Pierre Henry,
Roy Ayers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cal Tjader,
Arab on Radar,
Echospace,
Gang Starr,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
cv313,
The Smiths,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scrapy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stockholm Monsters,
One Last Wish,
The Fugs,
The Cure,
The Gap Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Skarface,
The Real Kids,
Harpers Bizarre,
Magma,
The Count Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
AZ,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Smoke,
U.S. Maple,
Heaven 17,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.