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 Comoros 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 David Bowie 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 Mantronix to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Dawn Penn,
Make Up,
Electric Prunes,
Skaos,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crooked Eye,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Techniques,
Cheater Slicks,
Skriet,
Howard Jones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Icehouse,
Cecil Taylor,
Barclay James Harvest,
L. Decosne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Heaven 17,
A Certain Ratio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wally Richardson,
Lightning Bolt,
Clear Light,
The Leaves,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aural Exciters,
The Trojans,
Johnny Clarke,
Bang On A Can,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Inner City,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Görl,
The Offenders,
OOIOO,
Basic Channel,
Simply Red,
Man Parrish,
Aloha Tigers,
Ponytail,
Godley & Creme,
The Associates,
Section 25,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lindisfarne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Standells,
Morten Harket,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Byron Stingily,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
K-Klass,
Rosa Yemen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stockholm Monsters,
E-Dancer,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.