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 Dominica and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Porter Ricks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Judy Mowatt,
CMW,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cluster,
Scan 7,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jerry's Kids,
The Blackbyrds,
Y Pants,
Monks,
Franke,
The Monks,
Deakin,
The Human League,
Minnie Riperton,
Nirvana,
The Beau Brummels,
FM Einheit,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fall,
Oneida,
The Last Poets,
Wally Richardson,
Index,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chrome,
Pulsallama,
Junior Murvin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Todd Rundgren,
The Alarm Clocks,
Simply Red,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Surgeon,
The Gladiators,
Loose Ends,
K-Klass,
Cecil Taylor,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang of Four,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Kinks,
Brick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Symarip,
Kurtis Blow,
The Red Krayola,
Unwound,
The Standells,
Angry Samoans,
The Dead C,
Rekid,
Half Japanese,
Charles Mingus,
Sparks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Stiv Bators,
Ludus,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.