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 Vanuatu and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 Jesper Dahlback to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
OOIOO,
Scientists,
Charles Mingus,
Unwound,
Morten Harket,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Standells,
The Walker Brothers,
Blancmange,
The Happenings,
Sandy B,
Tommy Roe,
Black Sheep,
Thee Headcoats,
Junior Murvin,
The Index,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Sherman,
Little Man,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mad Mike,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Womack,
In Retrospect,
Kevin Saunderson,
Maurizio,
Bizarre Inc.,
JFA,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
This Heat,
Subhumans,
Radiohead,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jandek,
A Certain Ratio,
Schoolly D,
Outsiders,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter & Gordon,
The Black Dice,
the Association,
The Searchers,
Janne Schatter,
Marc Almond,
Eden Ahbez,
Fugazi,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Qualms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mojo Men,
Quando Quango,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.