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 Comoros 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Darondo to the grunge 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Essential Logic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Gang Dance,
Animal Collective,
Peter and Kerry,
DJ Sneak,
Sarah Menescal,
Aloha Tigers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hardrive,
Talk Talk,
Matthew Bourne,
Tom Boy,
Audionom,
The Skatalites,
Stiv Bators,
The Sound,
Qualms,
DJ Style,
Drexciya,
The Litter,
Rotary Connection,
Mark Hollis,
PIL,
The Trojans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Ken Boothe,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Wyatt,
kango's stein massive,
Delta 5,
The Real Kids,
Marmalade,
Bob Dylan,
Technova,
Nick Fraelich,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül,
Sex Pistols,
Jeff Mills,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare,
Lakeside,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Byrd,
Neu!,
Flash Fearless,
The Smiths,
Radiohead,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
U.S. Maple,
T. Rex,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fluxion,
The Star Department,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.