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 Belarus and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 The Pretty Things to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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?
Eric Dolphy,
Davy DMX,
The Barracudas,
Sex Pistols,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stockholm Monsters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Swell Maps,
The Sound,
Darondo,
Loose Ends,
Patti Smith,
Heaven 17,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Whodini,
June of 44,
Neu!,
Anthony Braxton,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultimate Spinach,
Q65,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Last Poets,
Wally Richardson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeff Lynne,
The Count Five,
Technova,
Newcleus,
John Coltrane,
John Cale,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fire Engines,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mr. Review,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mad Mike,
Cybotron,
Delta 5,
The Durutti Column,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Khruangbin,
Peter and Kerry,
Juan Atkins,
Freddie Wadling,
Soul II Soul,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Searchers,
Prince Buster,
Moby Grape,
The Dead C,
Nirvana,
Organ,
Easy Going,
Banda Bassotti,
The Motions,
Buzzcocks,
the Sonics,
Make Up,
Rosa Yemen,
The Human League,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.