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 Algeria 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Massinfluence,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drexciya,
Monks,
Marine Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Crash Course in Science,
Hot Snakes,
the Sonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flash Fearless,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Wyatt,
The Pop Group,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mars,
Technova,
Stetsasonic,
Liliput,
Nico,
The Toasters,
48th St. Collective,
Soft Cell,
Vainqueur,
the Swans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Golliwogs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Happenings,
Gichy Dan,
Japan,
10cc,
OOIOO,
Bill Wells,
Duran Duran,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Copeland,
Darondo,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul II Soul,
Hoover,
Boz Scaggs,
Masters at Work,
Kas Product,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alison Limerick,
Alphaville,
KRS-One,
Newcleus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Severed Heads,
Loose Ends,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultravox,
Aaron Thompson,
The Index,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.