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 Greece and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Lalo Schifrin 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
AZ,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Interpol,
Boredoms,
Half Japanese,
Au Pairs,
Rod Modell,
Prince Buster,
Lightning Bolt,
Freddie Wadling,
The New Christs,
Nico,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fela Kuti,
Porter Ricks,
Heaven 17,
MDC,
Tropical Tobacco,
James White and The Blacks,
Eden Ahbez,
Mo-Dettes,
Country Teasers,
Crime,
Crash Course in Science,
Big Daddy Kane,
Shoche,
Massinfluence,
The Offenders,
Erykah Badu,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fuzztones,
Minny Pops,
Hardrive,
KRS-One,
Nation of Ulysses,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ohio Players,
Terry Callier,
Suburban Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joyce Sims,
Byron Stingily,
Steve Hackett,
Deepchord,
Duran Duran,
Boz Scaggs,
The Invisible,
Chrome,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Index,
The Searchers,
Jacques Brel,
Marvin Gaye,
Essential Logic,
Sonic Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Fat Boys,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.