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 Morocco and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Clear Light to the funk 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Iggy Pop,
The Fire Engines,
Al Stewart,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moby Grape,
Camberwell Now,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Happenings,
Gichy Dan,
JFA,
Magazine,
Suicide,
Hot Snakes,
The Leaves,
Terry Callier,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swans,
Pantaleimon,
The Human League,
Television,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fat Boys,
B.T. Express,
Minutemen,
Glenn Branca,
Max Romeo,
The Index,
Ten City,
The Cure,
Josef K,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bill Wells,
The Fugs,
Wally Richardson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eddi Front,
Ossler,
Absolute Body Control,
The Seeds,
New Order,
The Evens,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Popol Vuh,
The Last Poets,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amazonics,
Bad Manners,
Michelle Simonal,
Sällskapet,
The Sound,
Massinfluence,
Oblivians,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pulsallama,
Cybotron,
The Blackbyrds,
Dennis Brown,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.