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 Liechtenstein and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Masters at Work to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Rotary Connection,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nas,
Alton Ellis,
Excepter,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Toasters,
Negative Approach,
Mr. Review,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Residents,
Joyce Sims,
The Busters,
Audionom,
The Motions,
Sarah Menescal,
Davy DMX,
Darondo,
Saccharine Trust,
ABC,
The Young Rascals,
Erasure,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lindisfarne,
Neil Young,
Half Japanese,
Silicon Teens,
Cheater Slicks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Spandau Ballet,
Stiv Bators,
Visage,
Marc Almond,
The Five Americans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Banda Bassotti,
Stetsasonic,
Sun Ra,
The Golliwogs,
Q65,
Sällskapet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Los Fastidios,
the Sonics,
Ronnie Foster,
Connie Case,
Minnie Riperton,
Funky Four + One,
Graham Central Station,
Roger Hodgson,
Tommy Roe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ornette Coleman,
Smog,
Mandrill,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.