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 Rwanda and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Basic Channel,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Kinks,
Duran Duran,
Lower 48,
Arab on Radar,
Motorama,
Jesper Dahlback,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Newcleus,
The Happenings,
Anakelly,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Intrusion,
Fad Gadget,
Scratch Acid,
KRS-One,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Guru Guru,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Carl Craig,
Gong,
Whodini,
Bobby Womack,
The Victims,
Eve St. Jones,
Visage,
Severed Heads,
Popol Vuh,
Neu!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nico,
Von Mondo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Panda Bear,
Rites of Spring,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ornette Coleman,
Desert Stars,
John Holt,
The Human League,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Warsaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Offenders,
Deadbeat,
Monolake,
Yusef Lateef,
Das Ding,
The Moleskins,
Goldenarms,
Deepchord,
Essential Logic,
Barbara Tucker,
Fat Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Barclay James Harvest,
Charles Mingus,
Procol Harum,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.