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 Belgium and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
Cheater Slicks,
Tres Demented,
The Black Dice,
Davy DMX,
Half Japanese,
Joey Negro,
Black Moon,
Max Romeo,
Ludus,
The Barracudas,
Scrapy,
Country Teasers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Surgeon,
The Red Krayola,
The Monochrome Set,
The Invisible,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blancmange,
Cluster,
Cecil Taylor,
Lindisfarne,
Gabor Szabo,
UT,
Brothers Johnson,
Groovy Waters,
Vladislav Delay,
Kayak,
Q and Not U,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rod Modell,
The Mojo Men,
Althea and Donna,
The Young Rascals,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neil Young,
Angry Samoans,
Talk Talk,
Joensuu 1685,
Gichy Dan,
Mission of Burma,
Young Marble Giants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
U.S. Maple,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Panda Bear,
Dave Gahan,
Dual Sessions,
Monks,
Stereo Dub,
Reagan Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Porter Ricks,
Toni Rubio,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.