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 San Marino and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Robert Palmer 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Dual Sessions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ice-T,
The Offenders,
Ornette Coleman,
Judy Mowatt,
Sonic Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nick Fraelich,
The Last Poets,
Scratch Acid,
Popol Vuh,
The Seeds,
Reuben Wilson,
Arcadia,
The Blues Magoos,
Agitation Free,
Kas Product,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fortunes,
The Five Americans,
Camouflage,
Amon Düül II,
Freddie Wadling,
Cluster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Echospace,
Rekid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chris & Cosey,
Guru Guru,
Danielle Patucci,
Livin' Joy,
Masters at Work,
Morten Harket,
Althea and Donna,
Make Up,
Joey Negro,
The Barracudas,
Yellowson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stiv Bators,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fear,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chris Corsano,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Hood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arthur Verocai,
Big Daddy Kane,
Essential Logic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bang On A Can,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.