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 Morocco and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Radio Birdman to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Black Moon,
These Immortal Souls,
Lightning Bolt,
Little Man,
Qualms,
Desert Stars,
the Slits,
Nico,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Parry Music,
The Blackbyrds,
Ludus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aloha Tigers,
Malaria!,
The Grass Roots,
June Days,
Minutemen,
Swell Maps,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Metal Thangz,
Joe Finger,
Althea and Donna,
The Mummies,
Second Layer,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Offenders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Judy Mowatt,
The Seeds,
Sandy B,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare,
Pagans,
Animal Collective,
Grauzone,
The Last Poets,
The Golliwogs,
The Fortunes,
Mr. Review,
Banda Bassotti,
Bad Manners,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pole,
Easy Going,
Todd Terry,
T.S.O.L.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Godley & Creme,
Roger Hodgson,
John Lydon,
Charles Mingus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Pretty Things,
LL Cool J,
Anthony Braxton,
Steve Hackett,
The Count Five,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.