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 Uzbekistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 R.M.O. to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Sun Ra,
Warsaw,
Gang of Four,
Dave Gahan,
The J.B.'s,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Basic Channel,
Joensuu 1685,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Talk Talk,
The Cowsills,
Joey Negro,
Q and Not U,
Ultravox,
Lakeside,
DNA,
New Order,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Faust,
The Names,
Cymande,
Excepter,
Robert Wyatt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Interpol,
The Misunderstood,
Jandek,
Rotary Connection,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Newcleus,
Sarah Menescal,
Matthew Bourne,
Dead Boys,
The Motions,
Scientists,
Deadbeat,
John Holt,
Ossler,
Andrew Hill,
Shoche,
The Cramps,
Laurel Aitken,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bob Dylan,
The Angels of Light,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gladiators,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kenny Larkin,
Mantronix,
Average White Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Litter,
Q65,
Johnny Osbourne,
Anakelly,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.