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 Malta and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Faraquet,
Lindisfarne,
Jerry's Kids,
Fela Kuti,
New York Dolls,
The Modern Lovers,
David McCallum,
The Dead C,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxy Music,
cv313,
Crime,
John Holt,
Matthew Bourne,
Blossom Toes,
Basic Channel,
The Remains,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cybotron,
One Last Wish,
Rites of Spring,
Magma,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amazonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Essential Logic,
Charles Mingus,
The United States of America,
Carl Craig,
Kaleidoscope,
Hashim,
Derrick May,
Amon Düül II,
Outsiders,
Lakeside,
Jeru the Damaja,
Freddie Wadling,
JFA,
Johnny Clarke,
Gong,
Lalann,
The Detroit Cobras,
Massinfluence,
Sarah Menescal,
Wolf Eyes,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Görl,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nico,
Pierre Henry,
Urselle,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sound Behaviour,
Davy DMX,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scrapy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Darondo,
Unwound,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.