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 Mali and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 Fugazi to the crunk 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Evens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Model 500,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dead Boys,
Rapeman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stiv Bators,
The Happenings,
Byron Stingily,
Lyres,
K-Klass,
a-ha,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Icehouse,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Walker Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ten City,
Sonic Youth,
The Martian,
Nation of Ulysses,
Andrew Hill,
Sugar Minott,
Amon Düül II,
Maleditus Sound,
Loose Ends,
Ituana,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fugs,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Seeds,
Pantaleimon,
John Foxx,
F. McDonald,
Unrelated Segments,
Neu!,
Marc Almond,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-101,
H. Thieme,
Faraquet,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Yellowson,
The Slackers,
The Young Rascals,
The Vogues,
Yaz,
Heaven 17,
The Invisible,
Echospace,
Stereo Dub,
Niagra,
Pylon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Don Cherry,
Curtis Mayfield,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tres Demented,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.