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 Serbia and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ronan to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
The Trojans,
ABC,
Parry Music,
Urselle,
Swell Maps,
The Raincoats,
Make Up,
Newcleus,
Scott Walker,
Infiniti,
Glambeats Corp.,
T. Rex,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Görl,
Amazonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rod Modell,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Hood,
Lindisfarne,
Nico,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Goldenarms,
Terry Callier,
Archie Shepp,
The Pretty Things,
Suicide,
Flipper,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sparks,
Jerry's Kids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Morten Harket,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bluetip,
The Last Poets,
Loose Ends,
Vainqueur,
Davy DMX,
Charles Mingus,
The Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Cheater Slicks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Slick Rick,
Crash Course in Science,
The Smoke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cluster,
The Human League,
Sun Ra,
Gabor Szabo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tom Boy,
The Wake,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dead C,
Dark Day,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.