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 Georgia and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Byrd to the crunk 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Godley & Creme,
kango's stein massive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hasil Adkins,
Yazoo,
Brand Nubian,
Urselle,
Television Personalities,
Rufus Thomas,
Erasure,
Ken Boothe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oblivians,
Little Man,
R.M.O.,
the Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun City Girls,
The Remains,
Groovy Waters,
Metal Thangz,
The Zeros,
DJ Style,
Trumans Water,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rosa Yemen,
Kurtis Blow,
B.T. Express,
Lalann,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Hood,
Lightning Bolt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scott Walker,
Alphaville,
Skarface,
Joey Negro,
Derrick Morgan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Main Source,
Suicide,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
L. Decosne,
Mad Mike,
Tim Buckley,
Index,
The Doobie Brothers,
DNA,
Public Enemy,
The Gun Club,
Harry Pussy,
Ronnie Foster,
The Index,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.