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 Liberia and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the rap 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Aaron Thompson,
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Mills,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marine Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DNA,
Pierre Henry,
The Raincoats,
Aloha Tigers,
Mad Mike,
Hardrive,
Black Flag,
Goldenarms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Duran Duran,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hot Snakes,
Unrelated Segments,
Quando Quango,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fatback Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Albert Ayler,
Organ,
Maleditus Sound,
Max Romeo,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Shuggie Otis,
China Crisis,
Pulsallama,
Monolake,
Matthew Halsall,
Freddie Wadling,
John Cale,
Eddi Front,
Outsiders,
Scott Walker,
The Fortunes,
The Human League,
Eric Dolphy,
Kerri Chandler,
Brand Nubian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
48th St. Collective,
Lalann,
The Remains,
Panda Bear,
The Skatalites,
Connie Case,
David Bowie,
Bluetip,
Gang Gang Dance,
Smog,
Rites of Spring,
OOIOO,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Icehouse,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.