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 Chile and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Theoretical Girls to the rap 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
The Names,
Rites of Spring,
Cluster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Shoche,
The Gladiators,
Boogie Down Productions,
EPMD,
The Doors,
Stereo Dub,
Unwound,
The Dead C,
Malaria!,
The Dirtbombs,
The Moody Blues,
In Retrospect,
Bobbi Humphrey,
MC5,
One Last Wish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gabor Szabo,
Yaz,
The Blues Magoos,
Darondo,
Bobby Womack,
Guru Guru,
Stiv Bators,
The Leaves,
Jeff Lynne,
Duran Duran,
Skaos,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Wyatt,
Bill Near,
The Sonics,
Deakin,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Smiths,
the Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Todd Terry,
Main Source,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gories,
DJ Sneak,
UT,
Camberwell Now,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Qualms,
Yellowson,
Lindisfarne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neu!,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.