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 Uruguay and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Roy Ayers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Royal Trux,
Fatback Band,
Crime,
The Mojo Men,
X-Ray Spex,
Joey Negro,
Slave,
The Black Dice,
Stetsasonic,
Lungfish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hashim,
Rekid,
MDC,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Harmonia,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lalann,
Sam Rivers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mummies,
The Beau Brummels,
Q and Not U,
PIL,
Rapeman,
Sparks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jerry's Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Smooth,
Siglo XX,
Ultravox,
The Gun Club,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Deakin,
David Axelrod,
Youth Brigade,
Eli Mardock,
The Evens,
Byron Stingily,
the Bar-Kays,
Essential Logic,
Pierre Henry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lyres,
The Neon Judgement,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flash Fearless,
Peter and Kerry,
Von Mondo,
Bill Wells,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cure,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Young Rascals,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Intrusion,
Tres Demented,
The Last Poets,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.