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 Armenia and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dead Boys to the grime 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Erykah Badu,
Camouflage,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ohio Players,
a-ha,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eddi Front,
Eurythmics,
Gong,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blake Baxter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sixth Finger,
Theoretical Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
David Axelrod,
The Motions,
8 Eyed Spy,
June of 44,
Harry Pussy,
The Cowsills,
The Dirtbombs,
Brass Construction,
Cameo,
Urselle,
Adolescents,
Ultra Naté,
The Slits,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Starr,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minor Threat,
Country Teasers,
Robert Görl,
Joensuu 1685,
Neu!,
Neil Young,
Arcadia,
Half Japanese,
Frankie Knuckles,
Television,
Circle Jerks,
New Age Steppers,
Roy Ayers,
Lucky Dragons,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jacob Miller,
The Walker Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Scion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Graham Central Station,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-Ray Spex,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Moon,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.