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 Namibia 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the funk 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Duran Duran,
The Vogues,
Sixth Finger,
The Moody Blues,
The Cure,
New Age Steppers,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Clarke,
The Misunderstood,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Magma,
Morten Harket,
Rosa Yemen,
John Coltrane,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neu!,
Cluster,
The Smiths,
Ten City,
The Knickerbockers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rhythm & Sound,
Outsiders,
Slave,
Toni Rubio,
Ituana,
Terry Callier,
Joensuu 1685,
T.S.O.L.,
KRS-One,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moebius,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Sonics,
Moby Grape,
the Slits,
DJ Sneak,
The Names,
Circle Jerks,
Matthew Halsall,
Von Mondo,
Quantec,
Lalann,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neil Young,
Fluxion,
Todd Terry,
Ossler,
Bad Manners,
Easy Going,
Eddi Front,
Rapeman,
Arcadia,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Second Layer,
The Slits,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Womack,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.