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 Antigua and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Girls At Our Best! 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minny Pops,
Scientists,
Josef K,
The Pretty Things,
The Raincoats,
Letta Mbulu,
Tubeway Army,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Dolphy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lalo Schifrin,
ABC,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Standells,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Womack,
Dual Sessions,
One Last Wish,
The Invisible,
Gichy Dan,
Neu!,
Second Layer,
Soft Cell,
The J.B.'s,
Patti Smith,
China Crisis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Red Krayola,
Monks,
The Names,
Dark Day,
Accadde A,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New Age Steppers,
Lungfish,
OOIOO,
Isaac Hayes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scrapy,
Cymande,
Sam Rivers,
Joe Finger,
The Real Kids,
ABBA,
Nico,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marine Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Alison Limerick,
The Gap Band,
Zapp,
World's Most,
Visage,
Vainqueur,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.