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 Sierra Leone and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Glenn Branca to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Erykah Badu,
Kas Product,
Funkadelic,
Jeff Lynne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fat Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gap Band,
Freddie Wadling,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Loose Ends,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeff Mills,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Piero Umiliani,
L. Decosne,
Hasil Adkins,
The Barracudas,
Ludus,
Inner City,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deepchord,
The Black Dice,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flipper,
Mission of Burma,
Crime,
the Swans,
Yazoo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Associates,
Crash Course in Science,
Reuben Wilson,
F. McDonald,
Procol Harum,
Aaron Thompson,
The Five Americans,
Blake Baxter,
Das Ding,
Derrick Morgan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gories,
Public Enemy,
U.S. Maple,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dual Sessions,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Leaves,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Electric Prunes,
Glenn Branca,
Mandrill,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bootsy Collins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bauhaus,
Blossom Toes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.