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 Iraq and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Robert Palmer 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 the Human League to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Camouflage,
Lower 48,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scientists,
Eurythmics,
Pantaleimon,
Underground Resistance,
The Happenings,
The Residents,
CMW,
Gichy Dan,
Moss Icon,
Lightning Bolt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deakin,
Franke,
Arthur Verocai,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare,
David Axelrod,
Suicide,
Judy Mowatt,
Jerry's Kids,
Marine Girls,
Lalann,
Sound Behaviour,
Minnie Riperton,
Popol Vuh,
The Five Americans,
Japan,
David Bowie,
Nils Olav,
JFA,
The Walker Brothers,
John Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
Alison Limerick,
Pulsallama,
Don Cherry,
The Doors,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eddi Front,
The Dead C,
Bang On A Can,
Eli Mardock,
Rites of Spring,
The Knickerbockers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hardrive,
The Monochrome Set,
Glenn Branca,
Albert Ayler,
The Modern Lovers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.