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 Djibouti and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roxette to the grunge 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Y Pants,
Derrick Morgan,
Lakeside,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Womack,
Tom Boy,
New Order,
Nick Fraelich,
The Seeds,
David Axelrod,
Glenn Branca,
Easy Going,
Royal Trux,
Terry Callier,
Guru Guru,
OOIOO,
Bill Near,
Talk Talk,
Graham Central Station,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pantytec,
Crash Course in Science,
H. Thieme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Country Teasers,
Inner City,
Carl Craig,
Scrapy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Warren Ellis,
John Holt,
Roxy Music,
The Pretty Things,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stereo Dub,
Spoonie Gee,
Smog,
Sandy B,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Saints,
The Real Kids,
Q and Not U,
Lindisfarne,
Reagan Youth,
Whodini,
The American Breed,
Interpol,
Eric Dolphy,
The Doors,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Sherman,
The Buckinghams,
Agent Orange,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Blackbyrds,
Qualms,
X-101,
Mars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.