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 New Zealand and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Niagra to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Malaria!,
New Order,
James White and The Blacks,
The Divine Comedy,
Charles Mingus,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Shuggie Otis,
Freddie Wadling,
The Black Dice,
Sun Ra,
The Vogues,
Shoche,
Nick Fraelich,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Erasure,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Archie Shepp,
Khruangbin,
Deadbeat,
Flipper,
The Mojo Men,
Los Fastidios,
Gong,
Magma,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Christie,
Mad Mike,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smiths,
Tim Buckley,
Donny Hathaway,
Johnny Clarke,
The Golliwogs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alton Ellis,
Ice-T,
The Move,
Minny Pops,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kaleidoscope,
Wally Richardson,
Accadde A,
The Fuzztones,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Techniques,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Judy Mowatt,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Star Department,
The Walker Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
Vainqueur,
Gabor Szabo,
Josef K,
The Fall,
Bluetip,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.