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 St Lucia and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Womack to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Deepchord,
Oneida,
The Doobie Brothers,
cv313,
Janne Schatter,
The Detroit Cobras,
This Heat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Outsiders,
The United States of America,
The Skatalites,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bill Near,
Althea and Donna,
The Dirtbombs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Clear Light,
The Knickerbockers,
Wally Richardson,
Mad Mike,
Altered Images,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mandrill,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scan 7,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gories,
Roxy Music,
Henry Cow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Saccharine Trust,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare,
PIL,
Au Pairs,
Agent Orange,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scrapy,
Joensuu 1685,
Mantronix,
Popol Vuh,
AZ,
Schoolly D,
Pantytec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cluster,
Can,
The Misunderstood,
The Mojo Men,
David Bowie,
Massinfluence,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed,
The Cramps,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.