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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Minny Pops to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Whodini,
Scientists,
The New Christs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cramps,
DJ Style,
Matthew Bourne,
Sparks,
Shuggie Otis,
Maurizio,
Y Pants,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mr. Review,
Loose Ends,
The Barracudas,
ABC,
The American Breed,
Supertramp,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric Copeland,
L. Decosne,
Jawbox,
Juan Atkins,
the Swans,
The Monochrome Set,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Count Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bootsy Collins,
Charles Mingus,
Susan Cadogan,
World's Most,
Graham Central Station,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quadrant,
Albert Ayler,
Bill Wells,
Michelle Simonal,
Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Zero Boys,
Camouflage,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cybotron,
Judy Mowatt,
Surgeon,
The Raincoats,
Marcia Griffiths,
Carl Craig,
Warsaw,
Alton Ellis,
Bad Manners,
Symarip,
Kayak,
The Golliwogs,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.