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 Liechtenstein 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 Eli Mardock to the jazz 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jerry's Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sam Rivers,
John Cale,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
Sarah Menescal,
Minutemen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pere Ubu,
Television,
Bronski Beat,
E-Dancer,
Piero Umiliani,
Eurythmics,
Amon Düül II,
Eddi Front,
Pierre Henry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Country Teasers,
The Durutti Column,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barrington Levy,
Stetsasonic,
Hardrive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Black Dice,
Barry Ungar,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tomorrow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-Ray Spex,
The Misunderstood,
Scrapy,
Nils Olav,
The Seeds,
Ronan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The J.B.'s,
Audionom,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rites of Spring,
Sexual Harrassment,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brick,
Ken Boothe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Trojans,
Blancmange,
Soul II Soul,
Eden Ahbez,
Lucky Dragons,
Agent Orange,
Rosa Yemen,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.