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 Paraguay and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Electric Prunes,
Surgeon,
The Real Kids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Section 25,
The Fortunes,
Terry Callier,
The Red Krayola,
Tom Boy,
Marc Almond,
Althea and Donna,
Tubeway Army,
Pantaleimon,
Wasted Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Near,
Yellowson,
Harmonia,
Bobby Byrd,
The Index,
Delta 5,
Spoonie Gee,
Ponytail,
Brass Construction,
The Cure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camberwell Now,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DNA,
Audionom,
Piero Umiliani,
Circle Jerks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Black Dice,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sonic Youth,
David Bowie,
Andrew Hill,
Roxy Music,
Lindisfarne,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mummies,
Yazoo,
Animal Collective,
World's Most,
Babytalk,
Amazonics,
Carl Craig,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
In Retrospect,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Idris Muhammad,
The Count Five,
Tres Demented,
The Vogues,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Starr,
Nik Kershaw,
Cybotron,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.