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 Indonesia 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Michael McDonald 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 Barclay James Harvest to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Slick Rick,
Arthur Verocai,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
June Days,
Basic Channel,
Godley & Creme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monks,
Alton Ellis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Underground Resistance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mr. Review,
T. Rex,
Dennis Brown,
Animal Collective,
Bluetip,
Derrick May,
Unrelated Segments,
Television Personalities,
Faust,
Warren Ellis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crooked Eye,
Skarface,
John Lydon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cameo,
the Germs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Das Ding,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Zapp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scott Walker,
Matthew Halsall,
Deakin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tres Demented,
The Mojo Men,
Sarah Menescal,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bill Near,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pantaleimon,
The Golliwogs,
Jacques Brel,
Tommy Roe,
Stetsasonic,
The Young Rascals,
Gabor Szabo,
Soft Cell,
The Pop Group,
Severed Heads,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Move,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.