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 Switzerland and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 David Bowie 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 James White and The Blacks to the disco 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter 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 dance 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
The Buckinghams,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gladiators,
Babytalk,
Yazoo,
The Invisible,
Glenn Branca,
Newcleus,
Moby Grape,
The Zeros,
Clear Light,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter & Gordon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kerri Chandler,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Sheep,
Gabor Szabo,
Model 500,
Theoretical Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Hood,
Deepchord,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stiv Bators,
Kas Product,
The Barracudas,
Pere Ubu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amon Düül,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Josef K,
La Düsseldorf,
the Soft Cell,
Black Pus,
Gong,
Sällskapet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sarah Menescal,
Brand Nubian,
Franke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Green,
The Dead C,
Lou Christie,
Hot Snakes,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Infiniti,
Fatback Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Metal Thangz,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dave Clark Five,
This Heat,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.