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 Yemen and from London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sixth Finger to the jazz 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Silicon Teens,
Funkadelic,
Tommy Roe,
Oblivians,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quantec,
Maurizio,
Sun City Girls,
Junior Murvin,
The Monks,
The United States of America,
Soulsonic Force,
Swans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Masters at Work,
David McCallum,
The Happenings,
Kaleidoscope,
Yaz,
Bootsy Collins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Maleditus Sound,
Q and Not U,
Von Mondo,
Khruangbin,
Darondo,
MC5,
June Days,
Make Up,
Erykah Badu,
Minnie Riperton,
Index,
Brick,
Gabor Szabo,
One Last Wish,
La Düsseldorf,
Tomorrow,
The Music Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Remains,
Chris Corsano,
Joey Negro,
The Invisible,
Angry Samoans,
Faust,
Pylon,
Marmalade,
Average White Band,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mission of Burma,
Accadde A,
EPMD,
Todd Terry,
The Divine Comedy,
Cecil Taylor,
Depeche Mode,
X-102,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Henry Cow,
Magma,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.