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 Australia and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mantronix to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Newcleus,
Tears for Fears,
Juan Atkins,
Animal Collective,
Black Pus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tom Boy,
Clear Light,
Niagra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Talk Talk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eli Mardock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
The Slackers,
Agitation Free,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DJ Style,
Grauzone,
Angry Samoans,
Black Bananas,
Deepchord,
The Blackbyrds,
Vainqueur,
Index,
a-ha,
Gabor Szabo,
Andrew Hill,
Sugar Minott,
Albert Ayler,
The Angels of Light,
Procol Harum,
Sun Ra,
Ossler,
Tomorrow,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
Mad Mike,
Crime,
The Vogues,
Alison Limerick,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dirtbombs,
The Happenings,
Outsiders,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-102,
AZ,
Maurizio,
The Kinks,
KRS-One,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.