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 Korea North and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Lou Reed 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 Angels of Light to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sight & Sound,
Marine Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
Alton Ellis,
Colin Newman,
Goldenarms,
Q65,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fire Engines,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moss Icon,
The Motions,
Livin' Joy,
Dennis Brown,
The Red Krayola,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Lydon,
Swell Maps,
Eli Mardock,
Hoover,
Excepter,
Dave Gahan,
Loose Ends,
the Normal,
Ten City,
Pantytec,
MC5,
Tommy Roe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Television Personalities,
Davy DMX,
The Gladiators,
Scion,
Slick Rick,
Icehouse,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Age Steppers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wally Richardson,
Amon Düül,
Sixth Finger,
Audionom,
Second Layer,
Gang of Four,
Robert Hood,
Agitation Free,
Man Eating Sloth,
Banda Bassotti,
The Slits,
Harmonia,
E-Dancer,
Pierre Henry,
The Raincoats,
Bang On A Can,
The Fugs,
Connie Case,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.