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 Dominica and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Roxy Music,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
FM Einheit,
Carl Craig,
Faraquet,
Bobby Womack,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joensuu 1685,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Von Mondo,
Flipper,
Fear,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Buckinghams,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Smoke,
Nils Olav,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Golliwogs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sister Nancy,
Suicide,
Quadrant,
Soft Cell,
Black Flag,
Sonic Youth,
Hoover,
Fatback Band,
Amon Düül II,
Skriet,
Duran Duran,
Jacob Miller,
Chris Corsano,
The Litter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yusef Lateef,
Dave Gahan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flash Fearless,
Ohio Players,
The New Christs,
The Neon Judgement,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cal Tjader,
Eric Copeland,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tim Buckley,
Davy DMX,
Tom Boy,
The Walker Brothers,
Agitation Free,
Prince Buster,
Mars,
Charles Mingus,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.