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 Bolivia and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Last Poets to the rock 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-102,
Darondo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Lydon,
Reuben Wilson,
Boredoms,
Symarip,
MC5,
Black Sheep,
Skarface,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yellowson,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fire Engines,
The Knickerbockers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Main Source,
Skaos,
The Remains,
The Mummies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Animal Collective,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Leonard Cohen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moebius,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Zero Boys,
Yazoo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott Heron,
MDC,
The Moleskins,
E-Dancer,
Slave,
Accadde A,
Nico,
Mo-Dettes,
Carl Craig,
Delon & Dalcan,
Archie Shepp,
Matthew Halsall,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Almond,
In Retrospect,
The Modern Lovers,
Piero Umiliani,
Max Romeo,
James White and The Blacks,
R.M.O.,
Boogie Down Productions,
KRS-One,
Ronnie Foster,
Kenny Larkin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gun Club,
Bill Wells,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.