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 South Africa and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
The Last Poets,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visage,
the Bar-Kays,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cramps,
June Days,
Parry Music,
Bill Wells,
Sun Ra,
Clear Light,
Inner City,
Hashim,
Stetsasonic,
Flipper,
The Gladiators,
Massinfluence,
Jerry's Kids,
Dark Day,
Mars,
Mission of Burma,
Ornette Coleman,
Tim Buckley,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dead C,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
F. McDonald,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Wyatt,
Nico,
The Sonics,
Chris & Cosey,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter & Gordon,
Idris Muhammad,
Pulsallama,
Little Man,
The Slackers,
Magma,
Bizarre Inc.,
D'Angelo,
Quando Quango,
Kas Product,
Pet Shop Boys,
Metal Thangz,
The Invisible,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Youth Brigade,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Stooges,
Moby Grape,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crooked Eye,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.