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 Argentina and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Slits to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dead Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Essential Logic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sound Behaviour,
Drexciya,
Danielle Patucci,
In Retrospect,
The Five Americans,
Pylon,
U.S. Maple,
Rosa Yemen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric Copeland,
Soul Sonic Force,
PIL,
The Cramps,
Yaz,
Bobby Sherman,
DJ Style,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arcadia,
Livin' Joy,
The Music Machine,
Youth Brigade,
Groovy Waters,
Bronski Beat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skaos,
Subhumans,
T. Rex,
Godley & Creme,
Excepter,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Stooges,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare,
Sparks,
Procol Harum,
Josef K,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-102,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Wells,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crooked Eye,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Velvet Underground,
Sight & Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
the Germs,
AZ,
Laurel Aitken,
Vladislav Delay,
New Age Steppers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.