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 Liberia and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
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 mellotron 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 Unwound to the crunk 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Loose Ends,
Bootsy Collins,
Amon Düül,
Bill Wells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
R.M.O.,
The Smiths,
Sister Nancy,
Wings,
The Sound,
Flash Fearless,
The Happenings,
Visage,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
E-Dancer,
Soul II Soul,
PIL,
Cymande,
Public Enemy,
Intrusion,
Organ,
The Residents,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television Personalities,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Derrick Morgan,
Infiniti,
Gong,
Lindisfarne,
Rod Modell,
The Techniques,
Urselle,
ABBA,
Radiohead,
Pole,
Robert Görl,
The Busters,
Derrick May,
Shuggie Otis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Black Dice,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
Don Cherry,
Pierre Henry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joy Division,
Jimmy McGriff,
Warsaw,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.