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 Jamaica and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 J.B.'s to the funk 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Arab on Radar,
The Fuzztones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Royal Trux,
Urselle,
The Happenings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Animal Collective,
Organ,
Jandek,
Ponytail,
June of 44,
New Age Steppers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Donny Hathaway,
Fat Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Little Man,
Todd Rundgren,
Outsiders,
Crooked Eye,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Interpol,
Dual Sessions,
Trumans Water,
The Martian,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Wake,
The Sonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Duran Duran,
Delta 5,
James White and The Blacks,
The Misunderstood,
T. Rex,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bauhaus,
Pussy Galore,
Rakim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
World's Most,
Lalann,
In Retrospect,
The Black Dice,
Agent Orange,
Warren Ellis,
Carl Craig,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Beau Brummels,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Funky Four + One,
The Shadows of Knight,
DNA,
The Raincoats,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ronan,
The Fugs,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.