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 France and from New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Quando Quango,
Nils Olav,
The Names,
Chris & Cosey,
Slave,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang of Four,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fat Boys,
Mars,
Susan Cadogan,
Can,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ronnie Foster,
Dual Sessions,
Boz Scaggs,
Wire,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Lydon,
E-Dancer,
The Beau Brummels,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dirtbombs,
Cal Tjader,
Black Flag,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blake Baxter,
The Pretty Things,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
Sister Nancy,
Aural Exciters,
Adolescents,
Ultra Naté,
Scion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Unwound,
Gang Starr,
The Zeros,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Motions,
The Mojo Men,
Symarip,
Zero Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Rakim,
Derrick Morgan,
Maurizio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Electric Prunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Residents,
Delta 5,
Agitation Free,
Wasted Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cowsills,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.