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 Grenada 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sandy B to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Deakin,
Moebius,
Aural Exciters,
The Blues Magoos,
Boredoms,
Joy Division,
Gang Starr,
Peter and Kerry,
The Raincoats,
Moby Grape,
The Birthday Party,
Dead Boys,
Connie Case,
The American Breed,
Agitation Free,
T.S.O.L.,
Bush Tetras,
Absolute Body Control,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Count Five,
Steve Hackett,
Index,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harry Pussy,
Leonard Cohen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Laurel Aitken,
Mantronix,
The Searchers,
Banda Bassotti,
Niagra,
DJ Sneak,
Deepchord,
The Gories,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Standells,
a-ha,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blancmange,
Susan Cadogan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rapeman,
Nick Fraelich,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kayak,
Funky Four + One,
Lyres,
Can,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Spoonie Gee,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Desert Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.