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 Germany and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cure to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Clear Light,
Interpol,
The Fugs,
The Fire Engines,
Royal Trux,
The Searchers,
John Foxx,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fuzztones,
Neil Young,
Cybotron,
Deakin,
Theoretical Girls,
Howard Jones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Erasure,
The Saints,
The Beau Brummels,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
Skaos,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stetsasonic,
Dave Gahan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Swans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nirvana,
CMW,
UT,
Organ,
The Leaves,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masters at Work,
Deepchord,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Model 500,
Qualms,
X-102,
Scott Walker,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ronan,
Ituana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Anthony Braxton,
Jerry's Kids,
Wire,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Loose Ends,
The Last Poets,
James White and The Blacks,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.