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 Chile and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 The Standells to the dance 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Velvet Underground,
Blossom Toes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gregory Isaacs,
Leonard Cohen,
Quadrant,
The Pretty Things,
The Offenders,
The Invisible,
Glambeats Corp.,
Darondo,
Dennis Brown,
The Moleskins,
Connie Case,
Intrusion,
Scott Walker,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cymande,
FM Einheit,
Easy Going,
Kaleidoscope,
Sixth Finger,
10cc,
Scan 7,
The Dead C,
Sällskapet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Axelrod,
Laurel Aitken,
L. Decosne,
The Pop Group,
Thee Headcoats,
Sound Behaviour,
Oblivians,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faust,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joyce Sims,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fall,
The Happenings,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Bar-Kays,
Idris Muhammad,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric Copeland,
X-101,
The American Breed,
Donald Byrd,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blancmange,
Radio Birdman,
Shuggie Otis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.