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 Israel and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the electroclash 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Tommy Roe,
Neil Young,
MC5,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Index,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Flag,
The Standells,
Gastr Del Sol,
Piero Umiliani,
David Axelrod,
Sarah Menescal,
Swans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Pus,
Agitation Free,
Davy DMX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sam Rivers,
Albert Ayler,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed,
Pharoah Sanders,
T.S.O.L.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Monks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wasted Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mad Mike,
Ronnie Foster,
Boredoms,
Cameo,
Arcadia,
Livin' Joy,
Massinfluence,
Robert Wyatt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Section 25,
Aloha Tigers,
The Doors,
Gichy Dan,
Oneida,
Barclay James Harvest,
ABC,
R.M.O.,
June of 44,
Loose Ends,
Moss Icon,
Shoche,
Stiv Bators,
Sparks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arab on Radar,
The Invisible,
Talk Talk,
The Star Department,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.