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 Micronesia 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sun Ra to the punk 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
David McCallum,
John Lydon,
Average White Band,
Tom Boy,
Brothers Johnson,
Groovy Waters,
Magazine,
X-102,
Todd Terry,
China Crisis,
The Velvet Underground,
Mr. Review,
Faust,
Gang Green,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Janne Schatter,
Lindisfarne,
Tim Buckley,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ludus,
Infiniti,
The Stooges,
Drexciya,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sight & Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Electric Prunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker,
X-101,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Depeche Mode,
Scion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Los Fastidios,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stiv Bators,
Marmalade,
The Count Five,
The Music Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Joe Smooth,
Pet Shop Boys,
K-Klass,
Henry Cow,
Tubeway Army,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
James White and The Blacks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Delta 5,
Scientists,
Barrington Levy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Wake,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.