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 Solomon Islands and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Simply Red to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Animal Collective,
Stereo Dub,
The Blackbyrds,
Symarip,
Robert Görl,
Lucky Dragons,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dirtbombs,
Eden Ahbez,
Pulsallama,
Scrapy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mars,
The Moleskins,
Radio Birdman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fuzztones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
D'Angelo,
Reuben Wilson,
Sugar Minott,
Rosa Yemen,
Supertramp,
New Order,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tommy Roe,
Cybotron,
The Sonics,
Los Fastidios,
Desert Stars,
cv313,
DJ Sneak,
Man Parrish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric Dolphy,
The Saints,
Saccharine Trust,
B.T. Express,
Isaac Hayes,
Easy Going,
Wire,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Qualms,
Danielle Patucci,
The J.B.'s,
Marc Almond,
Minor Threat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sam Rivers,
One Last Wish,
Lou Christie,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Association,
Soul II Soul,
Rakim,
the Soft Cell,
Audionom,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.