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 Tonga and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 kango's stein massive 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
The Zeros,
This Heat,
June of 44,
Hoover,
Skaos,
Television,
Prince Buster,
Japan,
Delta 5,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fear,
The Trojans,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Letta Mbulu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Young Marble Giants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Zero Boys,
Chrome,
Main Source,
Duran Duran,
Urselle,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bootsy Collins,
Pierre Henry,
F. McDonald,
The Young Rascals,
Sparks,
Theoretical Girls,
Marine Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Jacob Miller,
Johnny Clarke,
Toni Rubio,
World's Most,
Animal Collective,
Jerry's Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Walker Brothers,
The Motions,
Deakin,
The Modern Lovers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Simply Red,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Intrusion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Germs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ten City,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fall,
The Moody Blues,
Grauzone,
Roy Ayers,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.