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 St Lucia and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the grunge 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Bar-Kays,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Adolescents,
Dual Sessions,
The J.B.'s,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marine Girls,
Fluxion,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Evens,
Royal Trux,
D'Angelo,
Glenn Branca,
Don Cherry,
Deakin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eve St. Jones,
The Residents,
Robert Hood,
Isaac Hayes,
The Stooges,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Starr,
8 Eyed Spy,
Todd Terry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tommy Roe,
Skriet,
Jandek,
Anakelly,
Tim Buckley,
John Foxx,
Rekid,
Mandrill,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eden Ahbez,
Rufus Thomas,
The Modern Lovers,
Severed Heads,
Ohio Players,
Smog,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Five Americans,
Peter & Gordon,
Mantronix,
Thee Headcoats,
Can,
Public Enemy,
The Neon Judgement,
A Certain Ratio,
Suicide,
June Days,
The Remains,
Avey Tare,
Pet Shop Boys,
AZ,
Main Source,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.