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 Lesotho and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Suburban Knight to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Stereo Dub,
Yaz,
the Association,
Public Enemy,
These Immortal Souls,
Index,
Altered Images,
The Detroit Cobras,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quadrant,
the Swans,
Saccharine Trust,
Wally Richardson,
Essential Logic,
Yazoo,
The Divine Comedy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sister Nancy,
Jacob Miller,
Aural Exciters,
Silicon Teens,
Smog,
Robert Wyatt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeff Lynne,
Suburban Knight,
Laurel Aitken,
Mars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Liliput,
Sällskapet,
Derrick May,
DJ Sneak,
Ronnie Foster,
Rufus Thomas,
Amon Düül,
Tears for Fears,
Electric Prunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun City Girls,
Eddi Front,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fela Kuti,
Lalann,
The Slits,
Goldenarms,
Joe Finger,
Moby Grape,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Swans,
Lebanon Hanover,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mandrill,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Associates,
Rapeman,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.