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 St Lucia and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Radio Birdman to the rock 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Moon,
Slick Rick,
Pantytec,
Echospace,
Jandek,
K-Klass,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terry Callier,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cluster,
Cheater Slicks,
New York Dolls,
The Mummies,
Simply Red,
The Star Department,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra,
Spandau Ballet,
John Cale,
John Foxx,
New Order,
the Bar-Kays,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sight & Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
LL Cool J,
Sarah Menescal,
Alice Coltrane,
Country Teasers,
Colin Newman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Michelle Simonal,
Slave,
The Pop Group,
The Fall,
kango's stein massive,
Infiniti,
Pierre Henry,
Charles Mingus,
Toni Rubio,
Lucky Dragons,
The Durutti Column,
Ten City,
The Fire Engines,
Masters at Work,
Gang Starr,
Sun City Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Loose Ends,
Kayak,
Big Daddy Kane,
KRS-One,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.