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 Croatia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Mojo Men to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed,
Marc Almond,
Infiniti,
Massinfluence,
K-Klass,
Aswad,
The Angels of Light,
B.T. Express,
Ten City,
Carl Craig,
The Invisible,
Fugazi,
Kas Product,
Piero Umiliani,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pylon,
Inner City,
Patti Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Detroit Cobras,
Morten Harket,
Dennis Brown,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Saccharine Trust,
Nirvana,
Moss Icon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
Freddie Wadling,
Theoretical Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skaos,
Mark Hollis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Rotary Connection,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rakim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Görl,
Isaac Hayes,
Flipper,
Dawn Penn,
Subhumans,
ABBA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Royal Trux,
Jacques Brel,
Bob Dylan,
Khruangbin,
Tommy Roe,
Television Personalities,
Junior Murvin,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.