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 Liechtenstein and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Flesh Eaters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
The Fugs,
Delta 5,
The Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pantytec,
Banda Bassotti,
Wings,
T.S.O.L.,
The Velvet Underground,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Monks,
The Martian,
A Certain Ratio,
DNA,
Schoolly D,
Marshall Jefferson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
Dawn Penn,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Au Pairs,
OOIOO,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Isaac Hayes,
Nils Olav,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alphaville,
Sparks,
John Coltrane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Durutti Column,
Pet Shop Boys,
Das Ding,
Cluster,
Jeff Lynne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brick,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Christie,
Little Man,
KRS-One,
Glenn Branca,
Nico,
Flipper,
Audionom,
Roger Hodgson,
The Stooges,
Unwound,
Sound Behaviour,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Teasers,
Aaron Thompson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
Mandrill,
Faust,
The Beau Brummels,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.