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 Mauritius and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Roger Hodgson to the grunge 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
The Grass Roots,
Unrelated Segments,
Metal Thangz,
Yaz,
Peter & Gordon,
Section 25,
Don Cherry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Womack,
Gichy Dan,
The Moleskins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Golliwogs,
Simply Red,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kevin Saunderson,
Ice-T,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arcadia,
Moss Icon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Selecter,
The Five Americans,
Drexciya,
Blancmange,
Can,
In Retrospect,
Hot Snakes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bill Wells,
FM Einheit,
Eli Mardock,
Reagan Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
MC5,
Mo-Dettes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Severed Heads,
Sunsets and Hearts,
D'Angelo,
Mr. Review,
Man Eating Sloth,
Maurizio,
Icehouse,
Shoche,
E-Dancer,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ornette Coleman,
Wally Richardson,
Ponytail,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Electric Prunes,
The Slits,
the Normal,
Wire,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.