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 Algeria 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Fatback Band to the rap 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
The Searchers,
Anthony Braxton,
The Knickerbockers,
Fluxion,
The Monochrome Set,
Erasure,
The Misunderstood,
Aloha Tigers,
Todd Rundgren,
Goldenarms,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eddi Front,
The Black Dice,
The Dead C,
The Names,
The Raincoats,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Zeros,
Sällskapet,
Josef K,
Deadbeat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Maleditus Sound,
Davy DMX,
Eurythmics,
EPMD,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Laurel Aitken,
Tom Boy,
Fatback Band,
OOIOO,
Section 25,
Smog,
Slick Rick,
Godley & Creme,
The Pretty Things,
Rites of Spring,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dark Day,
Radiohead,
Mr. Review,
Boredoms,
Mars,
Jerry's Kids,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Womack,
Mandrill,
The Victims,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pulsallama,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Surgeon,
The Vogues,
Gabor Szabo,
Charles Mingus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soft Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Sherman,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.