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 Hungary 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 KRS-One to the electroclash 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric B and Rakim,
Byron Stingily,
Crooked Eye,
The American Breed,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric Dolphy,
Isaac Hayes,
Scion,
The Fugs,
Yellowson,
Joensuu 1685,
The Durutti Column,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mandrill,
Newcleus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
AZ,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultra Naté,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter and Kerry,
Suburban Knight,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Reuben Wilson,
Patti Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Lindisfarne,
Stetsasonic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Toni Rubio,
Max Romeo,
the Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
The Mojo Men,
Derrick May,
Main Source,
The Sonics,
Eurythmics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fuzztones,
Youth Brigade,
Soul II Soul,
Janne Schatter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Blackbyrds,
Television Personalities,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soulsonic Force,
Davy DMX,
The Red Krayola,
Sight & Sound,
Faust,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Zapp,
The Black Dice,
The Count Five,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.