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 Liberia and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
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 spring reverb 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 Lalo Schifrin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Shuggie Otis,
the Normal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fugazi,
Spandau Ballet,
Man Eating Sloth,
K-Klass,
The Tremeloes,
CMW,
Cybotron,
Bad Manners,
Ohio Players,
Lucky Dragons,
the Slits,
Pagans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sex Pistols,
Moebius,
Sister Nancy,
Goldenarms,
Rites of Spring,
Ronan,
The Barracudas,
John Foxx,
The Blues Magoos,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kenny Larkin,
Amon Düül,
Chris Corsano,
a-ha,
Harmonia,
Quando Quango,
Reuben Wilson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sonny Sharrock,
Warren Ellis,
Depeche Mode,
Anakelly,
Eric Dolphy,
Moby Grape,
Rod Modell,
Panda Bear,
Al Stewart,
Symarip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang of Four,
Pierre Henry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kurtis Blow,
Arcadia,
Television Personalities,
Skriet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roxy Music,
OOIOO,
Flash Fearless,
Underground Resistance,
One Last Wish,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.