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 Andorra and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 The Human League to the dance 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soul Sonic Force,
Absolute Body Control,
The Moody Blues,
Alphaville,
PIL,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Electric Prunes,
Guru Guru,
Underground Resistance,
The Grass Roots,
The Zeros,
Zapp,
the Slits,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kas Product,
Simply Red,
The New Christs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Basic Channel,
Suburban Knight,
Livin' Joy,
Alison Limerick,
Archie Shepp,
Grauzone,
Pantytec,
Swans,
Sister Nancy,
Grey Daturas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tommy Roe,
Skriet,
Jacob Miller,
Goldenarms,
Sugar Minott,
Oneida,
a-ha,
Aaron Thompson,
The Buckinghams,
Surgeon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lakeside,
B.T. Express,
Davy DMX,
Rakim,
Arthur Verocai,
Ten City,
Drexciya,
Blake Baxter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Unwound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Shoche,
Royal Trux,
The Golliwogs,
The Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Skatalites,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.