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 Mozambique 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Michael McDonald 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 Popol Vuh to the punk 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Blossom Toes,
Thee Headcoats,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dual Sessions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tears for Fears,
Connie Case,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang of Four,
The Dead C,
Panda Bear,
Schoolly D,
Spoonie Gee,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Association,
John Holt,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mr. Review,
Colin Newman,
Make Up,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brand Nubian,
cv313,
Ten City,
Jeff Mills,
E-Dancer,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Monks,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Walker Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Grandmaster Flash,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boz Scaggs,
The Smoke,
The Selecter,
Scan 7,
Crooked Eye,
Johnny Clarke,
Bang On A Can,
Average White Band,
Trumans Water,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Doors,
Letta Mbulu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
The Associates,
Cal Tjader,
DJ Sneak,
Oneida,
Sällskapet,
Junior Murvin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.