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 Germany and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Crime to the punk 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Graham Central Station,
cv313,
Pantaleimon,
The Saints,
Darondo,
The Kinks,
Symarip,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column,
Marine Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Quadrant,
The Cramps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Unwound,
Peter and Kerry,
Electric Prunes,
Glenn Branca,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Negative Approach,
Joensuu 1685,
Interpol,
Juan Atkins,
AZ,
Loose Ends,
Tres Demented,
Fela Kuti,
Anthony Braxton,
Byron Stingily,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mojo Men,
Unrelated Segments,
Ornette Coleman,
Public Enemy,
Little Man,
Camberwell Now,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Sheep,
K-Klass,
Jeff Mills,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tomorrow,
Aaron Thompson,
The Black Dice,
Charles Mingus,
D'Angelo,
Khruangbin,
The Index,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joe Finger,
Lyres,
Can,
Mark Hollis,
Lucky Dragons,
Swans,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.