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 Madrid.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 MDC to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Soft Machine,
Jacques Brel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Simply Red,
The Toasters,
Technova,
Freddie Wadling,
The Monochrome Set,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Essential Logic,
Rekid,
Brick,
Reuben Wilson,
Faraquet,
The Move,
Laurel Aitken,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Names,
EPMD,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Schoolly D,
John Lydon,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Axelrod,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lightning Bolt,
Niagra,
Quantec,
Gang Green,
Man Parrish,
Magma,
Yellowson,
Bang On A Can,
Throbbing Gristle,
Symarip,
KRS-One,
Harmonia,
Popol Vuh,
Terry Callier,
Siglo XX,
10cc,
Unwound,
Depeche Mode,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wings,
Roxy Music,
Bluetip,
Minutemen,
Quando Quango,
Peter & Gordon,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Wake,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Remains,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aloha Tigers,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.