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 Guinea and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Delon & Dalcan to the rock 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sonic Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
Sparks,
Kerri Chandler,
Cecil Taylor,
Marvin Gaye,
Dawn Penn,
Moebius,
Cal Tjader,
Roger Hodgson,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Flag,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Reuben Wilson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Human League,
Roy Ayers,
Junior Murvin,
The Pretty Things,
The Trojans,
Angry Samoans,
The Raincoats,
Guru Guru,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Moon,
The Barracudas,
Whodini,
kango's stein massive,
Marmalade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cameo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quantec,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Qualms,
Todd Terry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Derrick May,
Underground Resistance,
Toni Rubio,
The Grass Roots,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Q and Not U,
Cluster,
The Fortunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gong,
Icehouse,
Organ,
The Pop Group,
Swell Maps,
The Buckinghams,
Henry Cow,
Eric Dolphy,
John Lydon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.