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 Guinea and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Eurythmics to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dawn Penn,
Drexciya,
Gregory Isaacs,
Michelle Simonal,
Pole,
The Monks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-101,
Colin Newman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gun Club,
The Moleskins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sight & Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Byrd,
The Monochrome Set,
Cybotron,
Public Enemy,
The Sound,
Panda Bear,
The United States of America,
The Zeros,
Jacob Miller,
The Fire Engines,
Public Image Ltd.,
Underground Resistance,
Byron Stingily,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Judy Mowatt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soft Cell,
Delta 5,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cure,
Ornette Coleman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nils Olav,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lindisfarne,
Barry Ungar,
Rufus Thomas,
Wolf Eyes,
Pantytec,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amazonics,
The Residents,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lalann,
The Divine Comedy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.