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 Chad and from Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 One Last Wish 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Nik Kershaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blake Baxter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alison Limerick,
Letta Mbulu,
Sixth Finger,
Hardrive,
Joe Finger,
The Barracudas,
Hot Snakes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Standells,
Bang On A Can,
Tres Demented,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Magma,
La Düsseldorf,
Mo-Dettes,
Minny Pops,
Crooked Eye,
Kenny Larkin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Mantronix,
The J.B.'s,
the Germs,
The New Christs,
DJ Sneak,
Bill Wells,
Rekid,
Lou Christie,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blancmange,
Max Romeo,
Au Pairs,
Essential Logic,
Quantec,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Electric Prunes,
Alton Ellis,
KRS-One,
Underground Resistance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Laurel Aitken,
Q65,
Throbbing Gristle,
LL Cool J,
Pylon,
Anthony Braxton,
New Order,
Stetsasonic,
Ponytail,
Khruangbin,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.