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 Dominica and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Ice-T to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wasted Youth,
Rekid,
John Lydon,
Terry Callier,
Cameo,
The Tremeloes,
Interpol,
Dave Gahan,
Slick Rick,
Soft Cell,
The Busters,
Idris Muhammad,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Little Man,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Starr,
Ponytail,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marmalade,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Saccharine Trust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sällskapet,
DNA,
Unrelated Segments,
Yusef Lateef,
Loose Ends,
ABBA,
The Doors,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Todd Rundgren,
The Star Department,
10cc,
Public Image Ltd.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DJ Style,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Sheep,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roxy Music,
The Blackbyrds,
Althea and Donna,
cv313,
Sly & The Family Stone,
FM Einheit,
The Last Poets,
Bill Near,
Sister Nancy,
Altered Images,
the Sonics,
The Pop Group,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camouflage,
Skaos,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.