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 Papua New Guinea and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kayak to the funk 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
the Slits,
Neu!,
Pantytec,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Trumans Water,
Crime,
Yusef Lateef,
Slave,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Masters at Work,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Starr,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bang On A Can,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Q65,
Ludus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Franke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cure,
Monks,
Lightning Bolt,
Wally Richardson,
The Index,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Groovy Waters,
Bill Wells,
Harry Pussy,
Lucky Dragons,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Tremeloes,
Bad Manners,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pagans,
Tomorrow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Young Rascals,
48th St. Collective,
Bob Dylan,
Animal Collective,
Robert Hood,
Funky Four + One,
Slick Rick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fugazi,
Cheater Slicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Surgeon,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.