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 United States and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 K-Klass to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Bauhaus,
Stereo Dub,
Monolake,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Knickerbockers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hasil Adkins,
Liliput,
Barclay James Harvest,
K-Klass,
Darondo,
Amazonics,
Alton Ellis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moebius,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brick,
Tomorrow,
Jimmy McGriff,
The United States of America,
Khruangbin,
Eve St. Jones,
The Young Rascals,
Can,
The Wake,
Bronski Beat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Seeds,
Reuben Wilson,
Judy Mowatt,
Joyce Sims,
Delta 5,
Thee Headcoats,
Bluetip,
Technova,
Eddi Front,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rufus Thomas,
Mr. Review,
Niagra,
Cecil Taylor,
The Invisible,
Sarah Menescal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Malaria!,
Prince Buster,
Johnny Clarke,
Minny Pops,
Aswad,
La Düsseldorf,
Intrusion,
Ultravox,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Whodini,
Joy Division,
Deadbeat,
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.