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 Qatar and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Leonard Cohen,
Dave Gahan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terry Callier,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tom Boy,
Sun Ra,
Suburban Knight,
Metal Thangz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harmonia,
Liliput,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Laurel Aitken,
Television Personalities,
Agent Orange,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ronnie Foster,
Donny Hathaway,
Swell Maps,
The Standells,
Tropical Tobacco,
Organ,
Banda Bassotti,
Ponytail,
New York Dolls,
X-101,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Byrd,
China Crisis,
The Remains,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radio Birdman,
Idris Muhammad,
Skarface,
The Gap Band,
Japan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scrapy,
The Mojo Men,
Moss Icon,
La Düsseldorf,
Mr. Review,
DJ Sneak,
Das Ding,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Martian,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Can,
The Litter,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Busters,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.