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 Croatia and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 Fatback Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
MDC,
Marine Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Fear,
New Age Steppers,
Sun City Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nils Olav,
Depeche Mode,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mummies,
Lalo Schifrin,
Metal Thangz,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skarface,
The Motions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roxette,
Minutemen,
Accadde A,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eli Mardock,
Inner City,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
EPMD,
CMW,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Coltrane,
Steve Hackett,
Crime,
Skaos,
ABC,
Faust,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Sonics,
The Misunderstood,
Lungfish,
Public Enemy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Associates,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Animal Collective,
Yusef Lateef,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
Barry Ungar,
Electric Prunes,
MC5,
Quadrant,
Unwound,
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.