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 Zambia and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Delta 5 to the crunk 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Slave,
Amon Düül,
Joe Finger,
The Saints,
the Fania All-Stars,
Panda Bear,
Gerry Rafferty,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joe Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
Adolescents,
the Bar-Kays,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kenny Larkin,
The Seeds,
Roger Hodgson,
Lungfish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Victims,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mojo Men,
The Real Kids,
The Fire Engines,
One Last Wish,
Ultravox,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donny Hathaway,
The Beau Brummels,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Vogues,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Suburban Knight,
Country Teasers,
The Divine Comedy,
Desert Stars,
Scan 7,
Agitation Free,
Marine Girls,
Half Japanese,
The Last Poets,
China Crisis,
Warsaw,
Essential Logic,
Animal Collective,
New Order,
Bush Tetras,
Bauhaus,
Deakin,
Quadrant,
Moss Icon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Christie,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dual Sessions,
The J.B.'s,
Intrusion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Audionom,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.