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 Lagos.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the funk 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Don Cherry,
The Martian,
The Last Poets,
World's Most,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dennis Brown,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grauzone,
Soft Machine,
Gong,
Dark Day,
Agent Orange,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scion,
The Tremeloes,
The Residents,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Danielle Patucci,
Absolute Body Control,
New Age Steppers,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeff Lynne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flipper,
Neu!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Letta Mbulu,
Duran Duran,
Circle Jerks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Henry Cow,
The Evens,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ohio Players,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric Copeland,
Steve Hackett,
X-Ray Spex,
Jawbox,
Aaron Thompson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Theoretical Girls,
The Trojans,
The Real Kids,
Cymande,
T. Rex,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lucky Dragons,
Nik Kershaw,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang of Four,
Deepchord,
Siglo XX,
Masters at Work,
Khruangbin,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.