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 Equatorial Guinea and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Bananas to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
The Moleskins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Donny Hathaway,
KRS-One,
Subhumans,
Soft Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Magazine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liliput,
The Birthday Party,
E-Dancer,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Index,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Junior Murvin,
Ohio Players,
Marvin Gaye,
Interpol,
Eric Copeland,
ABC,
Monks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Judy Mowatt,
Ossler,
Archie Shepp,
Roxy Music,
The Fall,
Marc Almond,
Electric Prunes,
B.T. Express,
Blossom Toes,
Marine Girls,
Marmalade,
Quando Quango,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Victims,
Section 25,
The Star Department,
Crime,
Darondo,
Faraquet,
Chrome,
Boz Scaggs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bootsy Collins,
The Misunderstood,
Fugazi,
Basic Channel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.