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 Netherlands and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Banda Bassotti,
Ponytail,
Mars,
The Grass Roots,
Monks,
Sällskapet,
Sarah Menescal,
Sight & Sound,
Ituana,
Depeche Mode,
Rod Modell,
Dark Day,
Ohio Players,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The United States of America,
Matthew Bourne,
Eli Mardock,
Jandek,
Pagans,
The Martian,
Jeff Mills,
Idris Muhammad,
Magazine,
Neu!,
Brass Construction,
Country Teasers,
The Cure,
Prince Buster,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Loose Ends,
Young Marble Giants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Birthday Party,
CMW,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mantronix,
The Stooges,
The Smoke,
The Trojans,
Faust,
The Zeros,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roxette,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Saints,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chrome,
E-Dancer,
The J.B.'s,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeff Lynne,
the Bar-Kays,
The New Christs,
Ultra Naté,
Duran Duran,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.