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 Azerbaijan and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Franke to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Scan 7,
Wings,
Bob Dylan,
AZ,
Jeru the Damaja,
Q and Not U,
Heaven 17,
Symarip,
The Doors,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minutemen,
Con Funk Shun,
Kurtis Blow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radiohead,
Fluxion,
The Real Kids,
The Martian,
Neil Young,
Swans,
Steve Hackett,
Prince Buster,
Amazonics,
Anthony Braxton,
Scion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Simply Red,
T. Rex,
Mad Mike,
Gang Green,
Aswad,
One Last Wish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
kango's stein massive,
Nick Fraelich,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Golliwogs,
Letta Mbulu,
Charles Mingus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grauzone,
Technova,
Los Fastidios,
Arcadia,
Arab on Radar,
Scratch Acid,
Urselle,
Animal Collective,
Marvin Gaye,
Moss Icon,
Soulsonic Force,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Al Stewart,
Circle Jerks,
The Divine Comedy,
B.T. Express,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kerri Chandler,
Porter Ricks,
Idris Muhammad,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.