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 Costa Rica and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
DJ Style,
Flipper,
EPMD,
Heaven 17,
Fat Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Slits,
The Leaves,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soft Machine,
The New Christs,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Happenings,
The Fall,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dave Gahan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Danielle Patucci,
CMW,
Gong,
Jeff Lynne,
Althea and Donna,
Moss Icon,
Basic Channel,
June Days,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boredoms,
The Invisible,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Associates,
Glambeats Corp.,
Magma,
Sällskapet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nirvana,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
8 Eyed Spy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Severed Heads,
Rekid,
Nick Fraelich,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
China Crisis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fugazi,
Camouflage,
Wasted Youth,
Donald Byrd,
The Monochrome Set,
Minutemen,
John Foxx,
Alison Limerick,
Y Pants,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Green,
Soul II Soul,
Eyeless In Gaza,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.