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 Macedonia and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 The Invisible to the crunk 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Roy Ayers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Toni Rubio,
Negative Approach,
Jeff Lynne,
Underground Resistance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Foxx,
Animal Collective,
Leonard Cohen,
Goldenarms,
Gang Gang Dance,
PIL,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Whodini,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tres Demented,
Monolake,
Malaria!,
Barbara Tucker,
Groovy Waters,
Rotary Connection,
The Seeds,
The Martian,
Liliput,
Sixth Finger,
Piero Umiliani,
Terrestrial Tones,
Icehouse,
New Age Steppers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young,
Loose Ends,
Black Pus,
Zapp,
X-101,
Yazoo,
The Gladiators,
The Sonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Wyatt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amon Düül II,
Pere Ubu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thompson Twins,
the Sonics,
Gang Starr,
Jacob Miller,
La Düsseldorf,
Oneida,
Darondo,
Buzzcocks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chris Corsano,
Connie Case,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fugazi,
Tommy Roe,
Joe Smooth,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.