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 Congo and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Ice-T 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Yusef Lateef,
Mantronix,
Man Parrish,
Henry Cow,
Gang of Four,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grauzone,
Agent Orange,
James White and The Blacks,
Y Pants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Loose Ends,
The Doors,
The Mojo Men,
Charles Mingus,
Zero Boys,
Unwound,
Nik Kershaw,
Erasure,
Radiohead,
Alison Limerick,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Modern Lovers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Smiths,
Half Japanese,
X-Ray Spex,
Dark Day,
Bob Dylan,
Blancmange,
Mary Jane Girls,
Goldenarms,
Mars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cluster,
Rites of Spring,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Main Source,
The Trojans,
The Music Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Pretty Things,
Zapp,
Nils Olav,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Parry Music,
The Neon Judgement,
Wasted Youth,
Inner City,
Bill Near,
Lalann,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Subhumans,
Soul Sonic Force,
In Retrospect,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hardrive,
Tim Buckley,
Moebius,
Unrelated Segments,
Idris Muhammad,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.