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 Mauritius and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Jeff Mills to the electroclash 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sparks,
Wolf Eyes,
Bauhaus,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Standells,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Hutcherson,
OOIOO,
Country Teasers,
The Litter,
Colin Newman,
Archie Shepp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crime,
Goldenarms,
Donny Hathaway,
Pere Ubu,
Sex Pistols,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quando Quango,
KRS-One,
Byron Stingily,
Eden Ahbez,
The Grass Roots,
Minor Threat,
Gong,
The United States of America,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Television,
Hot Snakes,
Judy Mowatt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Shuggie Otis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mummies,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nik Kershaw,
48th St. Collective,
Public Enemy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
China Crisis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Faraquet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moebius,
Subhumans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Half Japanese,
Barclay James Harvest,
Japan,
Kenny Larkin,
The Barracudas,
Ohio Players,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.