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 Yemen and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
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 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quantec,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Interpol,
Wally Richardson,
Flash Fearless,
Audionom,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeru the Damaja,
The United States of America,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker,
The Invisible,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter and Kerry,
Electric Prunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eddi Front,
Siglo XX,
Big Daddy Kane,
Metal Thangz,
The Angels of Light,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mark Hollis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
In Retrospect,
Piero Umiliani,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ludus,
Junior Murvin,
Josef K,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rapeman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Simply Red,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gladiators,
Ponytail,
Todd Terry,
Swans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fugazi,
Soul II Soul,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Womack,
Subhumans,
The Cramps,
Black Flag,
Infiniti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Bar-Kays,
Livin' Joy,
Basic Channel,
Yazoo,
New Order,
Albert Ayler,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.