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 Oman 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Popol Vuh to the funk 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Archie Shepp,
The Young Rascals,
Scratch Acid,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Technova,
Dark Day,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Human League,
Cheater Slicks,
Max Romeo,
The Neon Judgement,
Icehouse,
Malaria!,
Rapeman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deadbeat,
EPMD,
The Cure,
Black Bananas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Godley & Creme,
Junior Murvin,
Quando Quango,
Ludus,
The Leaves,
Althea and Donna,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Country Teasers,
Sällskapet,
DNA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mark Hollis,
Cecil Taylor,
Aloha Tigers,
Hot Snakes,
The Skatalites,
Intrusion,
Minutemen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moebius,
The Monochrome Set,
Laurel Aitken,
Newcleus,
AZ,
Anthony Braxton,
Stiv Bators,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Angels of Light,
The Golliwogs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mr. Review,
The Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doobie Brothers,
OOIOO,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bill Wells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.