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 Eritrea and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Young Marble Giants,
Clear Light,
Marvin Gaye,
Fugazi,
Mission of Burma,
Frankie Knuckles,
One Last Wish,
Dawn Penn,
The Fall,
Underground Resistance,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Standells,
Maurizio,
Connie Case,
Kurtis Blow,
Rekid,
The Selecter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barry Ungar,
Popol Vuh,
Technova,
Babytalk,
Eden Ahbez,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Starr,
Scientists,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kevin Saunderson,
Heaven 17,
Marine Girls,
The Kinks,
Barbara Tucker,
Derrick Morgan,
The United States of America,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tommy Roe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camouflage,
Bang On A Can,
DJ Style,
The Searchers,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mighty Diamonds,
PIL,
Monks,
Agitation Free,
The Moleskins,
The Star Department,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Sheep,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ken Boothe,
The Durutti Column,
Lee Hazlewood,
Franke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.