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 Costa Rica 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Gregory Isaacs to the dance 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dirtbombs,
Popol Vuh,
Ken Boothe,
Moss Icon,
Make Up,
Fugazi,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Infiniti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marmalade,
Sällskapet,
Charles Mingus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scan 7,
The Golliwogs,
Arthur Verocai,
Michelle Simonal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pylon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joe Finger,
Theoretical Girls,
The Skatalites,
Eric B and Rakim,
Animal Collective,
AZ,
PIL,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Suicide,
The Smoke,
Youth Brigade,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sixth Finger,
Niagra,
Blossom Toes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Monks,
Aaron Thompson,
Silicon Teens,
Main Source,
The Associates,
The Names,
The Raincoats,
Scion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harry Pussy,
Livin' Joy,
MC5,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barbara Tucker,
Dead Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fugs,
Neu!,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.