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 Colombia 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Dave Clark Five to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sugar Minott,
Harry Pussy,
Grauzone,
Al Stewart,
Donald Byrd,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bang On A Can,
Glenn Branca,
Deakin,
Hardrive,
The Monochrome Set,
Khruangbin,
a-ha,
The Slackers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Steve Hackett,
The Residents,
Erykah Badu,
These Immortal Souls,
Main Source,
Arthur Verocai,
Soft Cell,
Arab on Radar,
Josef K,
Hot Snakes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mojo Men,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minutemen,
New Order,
Fear,
Blake Baxter,
Radio Birdman,
Clear Light,
The J.B.'s,
Supertramp,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Divine Comedy,
The Standells,
Chris Corsano,
Radiohead,
Soft Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Flipper,
David Axelrod,
Wolf Eyes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Motions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blossom Toes,
Alice Coltrane,
Au Pairs,
Ornette Coleman,
Easy Going,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dirtbombs,
Joe Smooth,
The Skatalites,
Jimmy McGriff,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.