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 Hungary and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
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 organ 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 Minutemen to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Zero Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Alphaville,
The Monks,
Underground Resistance,
Roxette,
KRS-One,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Masters at Work,
Kerri Chandler,
The Kinks,
Talk Talk,
Organ,
Sparks,
Livin' Joy,
Jeff Mills,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wire,
Malaria!,
Big Daddy Kane,
Darondo,
Man Parrish,
Nas,
The Grass Roots,
Tubeway Army,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fall,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deadbeat,
The Litter,
Scratch Acid,
Eve St. Jones,
Yusef Lateef,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-Ray Spex,
The Buckinghams,
Mantronix,
Wolf Eyes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David McCallum,
Rapeman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Freddie Wadling,
The Smoke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cecil Taylor,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fad Gadget,
Desert Stars,
Ten City,
Lindisfarne,
Circle Jerks,
The Cure,
Pet Shop Boys,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.