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 Paris.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Delta 5,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Heaven 17,
Deakin,
Quadrant,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ludus,
Scientists,
Skaos,
Ice-T,
Subhumans,
Youth Brigade,
Zapp,
Suicide,
Crash Course in Science,
Albert Ayler,
Audionom,
The Cowsills,
Newcleus,
Ultra Naté,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Görl,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pere Ubu,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cure,
CMW,
Popol Vuh,
Gong,
A Certain Ratio,
Funky Four + One,
Fluxion,
Mantronix,
Sparks,
Danielle Patucci,
The Walker Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Young Rascals,
Boogie Down Productions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Von Mondo,
The Count Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Sheep,
Radio Birdman,
Ituana,
Amazonics,
David Axelrod,
Joyce Sims,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aloha Tigers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Letta Mbulu,
Banda Bassotti,
T. Rex,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.