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 Fiji and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kaleidoscope to the rap 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Offenders,
Ronan,
Judy Mowatt,
The Buckinghams,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cal Tjader,
Swell Maps,
Cybotron,
Soulsonic Force,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Underground Resistance,
Eli Mardock,
The Trojans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brick,
The Misunderstood,
Magazine,
Matthew Halsall,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fortunes,
Dave Gahan,
Stetsasonic,
the Bar-Kays,
KRS-One,
Peter & Gordon,
Wire,
Sound Behaviour,
Rhythm & Sound,
June Days,
Radiohead,
Cluster,
Pagans,
Davy DMX,
Electric Prunes,
The Cure,
Lou Reed,
Alphaville,
Gang Green,
Robert Görl,
Blake Baxter,
Lungfish,
Roxette,
The Walker Brothers,
The Stooges,
Amon Düül II,
PIL,
Boogie Down Productions,
Smog,
Boredoms,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
La Düsseldorf,
AZ,
Hasil Adkins,
John Lydon,
Siglo XX,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ten City,
Ice-T,
Shuggie Otis,
Oneida,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.