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 Colombia 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soul II Soul to the techno 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grauzone,
Porter Ricks,
Sam Rivers,
Max Romeo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Barracudas,
Wally Richardson,
Glenn Branca,
Anthony Braxton,
Unrelated Segments,
Joey Negro,
Bronski Beat,
Brothers Johnson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Man Parrish,
Todd Rundgren,
Chris & Cosey,
The Busters,
U.S. Maple,
Ice-T,
Bad Manners,
Junior Murvin,
Nils Olav,
Pulsallama,
Fela Kuti,
Urselle,
Moebius,
Juan Atkins,
Ituana,
Godley & Creme,
FM Einheit,
Audionom,
Mandrill,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Sneak,
Can,
Banda Bassotti,
David Axelrod,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
June of 44,
Rosa Yemen,
L. Decosne,
The Neon Judgement,
UT,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Index,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Electric Prunes,
Terry Callier,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Model 500,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Sheep,
The Walker Brothers,
The Smoke,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.