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 Egypt and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Davy DMX to the punk 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Don Cherry,
Lakeside,
Eurythmics,
the Swans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Slick Rick,
The Moleskins,
Whodini,
Ludus,
Liliput,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fire Engines,
The Cure,
Skarface,
John Coltrane,
Albert Ayler,
Echospace,
The Last Poets,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultra Naté,
Derrick May,
The Count Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quantec,
Desert Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Unwound,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Metal Thangz,
Outsiders,
Parry Music,
Ultravox,
Junior Murvin,
DJ Sneak,
Nico,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Saints,
Pussy Galore,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boredoms,
The Blackbyrds,
Angry Samoans,
Pantytec,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bush Tetras,
The Toasters,
Kaleidoscope,
Siglo XX,
Wire,
Pantaleimon,
Radio Birdman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Dolphy,
The Standells,
F. McDonald,
Excepter,
Q and Not U,
Harry Pussy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.