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 Lebanon and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nas to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Goldenarms,
Joy Division,
Sugar Minott,
Minnie Riperton,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ponytail,
Suicide,
The Moody Blues,
The Flesh Eaters,
Juan Atkins,
Spoonie Gee,
Sixth Finger,
Black Moon,
Outsiders,
The Names,
Harmonia,
Jeff Mills,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Josef K,
Jerry's Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sound Behaviour,
Warsaw,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Velvet Underground,
Swell Maps,
Maleditus Sound,
Fugazi,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Buckinghams,
Sonic Youth,
The Five Americans,
Mandrill,
In Retrospect,
Harry Pussy,
Grauzone,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Trumans Water,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Knickerbockers,
Technova,
Bill Near,
Dennis Brown,
Visage,
Soul II Soul,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Erasure,
Von Mondo,
AZ,
The Dirtbombs,
Camouflage,
Babytalk,
Quando Quango,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Intrusion,
Johnny Clarke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Wyatt,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.