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 Chile and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Popol Vuh,
CMW,
Fad Gadget,
Delta 5,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Godley & Creme,
The Modern Lovers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amon Düül,
Alison Limerick,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Divine Comedy,
Tomorrow,
Eve St. Jones,
Bob Dylan,
The Offenders,
Chrome,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bill Near,
The Skatalites,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lightning Bolt,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Beau Brummels,
Simply Red,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Byrd,
Groovy Waters,
Aswad,
Lindisfarne,
Max Romeo,
Adolescents,
Masters at Work,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camouflage,
Leonard Cohen,
The Evens,
Nik Kershaw,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moebius,
the Normal,
The Human League,
UT,
Junior Murvin,
Suburban Knight,
The Fugs,
Livin' Joy,
The Cure,
Harry Pussy,
Camberwell Now,
Mad Mike,
Ituana,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Interpol,
Terry Callier,
Loose Ends,
Wire,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.