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 Grenada and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Angry Samoans 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Kenny Larkin,
Lyres,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mojo Men,
Mantronix,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric Dolphy,
Can,
Minnie Riperton,
Aloha Tigers,
The Human League,
Underground Resistance,
UT,
Crime,
Deakin,
the Slits,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Man Parrish,
Symarip,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kas Product,
Shuggie Otis,
Suburban Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mad Mike,
The Cowsills,
Warsaw,
The Golliwogs,
Shoche,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Donny Hathaway,
Ronnie Foster,
The Names,
Yaz,
Althea and Donna,
Newcleus,
Average White Band,
H. Thieme,
Dave Gahan,
Quando Quango,
Cymande,
Ponytail,
Surgeon,
Bobby Byrd,
The Buckinghams,
Arab on Radar,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Make Up,
Gastr Del Sol,
Glenn Branca,
Hasil Adkins,
Magazine,
Derrick May,
Malaria!,
Max Romeo,
Wasted Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Main Source,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.