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 Argentina 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mars to the dance 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Lower 48,
Quando Quango,
Lebanon Hanover,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alphaville,
Idris Muhammad,
Bill Wells,
X-102,
Royal Trux,
Black Sheep,
Funkadelic,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Offenders,
F. McDonald,
Cymande,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Durutti Column,
Depeche Mode,
Susan Cadogan,
The Electric Prunes,
The Star Department,
Spoonie Gee,
the Germs,
Lyres,
Joe Finger,
Soul II Soul,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kas Product,
The Fuzztones,
Max Romeo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Judy Mowatt,
Animal Collective,
Jeff Lynne,
The Invisible,
The Smiths,
Eddi Front,
Joy Division,
Bobby Hutcherson,
a-ha,
The Gun Club,
Barbara Tucker,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dark Day,
The Fall,
Mark Hollis,
Anthony Braxton,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gap Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Nils Olav,
Rufus Thomas,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.