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 Pakistan and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
The Remains,
ABC,
Masters at Work,
T. Rex,
Moby Grape,
The Invisible,
K-Klass,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sex Pistols,
MDC,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sam Rivers,
The Victims,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Seeds,
The Saints,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Golliwogs,
Interpol,
Scion,
Crime,
Barbara Tucker,
Rapeman,
Mission of Burma,
Girls At Our Best!,
Metal Thangz,
Absolute Body Control,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yazoo,
EPMD,
David Axelrod,
Reagan Youth,
China Crisis,
kango's stein massive,
Nico,
The Dirtbombs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dawn Penn,
Amon Düül,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed,
Niagra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flamin' Groovies,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Main Source,
Angry Samoans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lalann,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.