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 Kazakhstan and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Eli Mardock to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Rites of Spring,
John Cale,
Excepter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Juan Atkins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Angry Samoans,
The Victims,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Vogues,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stiv Bators,
Chris Corsano,
Von Mondo,
Ponytail,
Warren Ellis,
Joe Smooth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Animal Collective,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moebius,
These Immortal Souls,
Skaos,
Jawbox,
Shuggie Otis,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Flag,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Hood,
Section 25,
Ten City,
Sarah Menescal,
Darondo,
The Fortunes,
Massinfluence,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sixth Finger,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Toasters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Spoonie Gee,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gichy Dan,
New Order,
The Seeds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sound Behaviour,
Cecil Taylor,
David McCallum,
R.M.O.,
Theoretical Girls,
The American Breed,
Glambeats Corp.,
Organ,
the Germs,
Los Fastidios,
The Skatalites,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.