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 Latvia and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Tears for Fears to the rap 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Brick,
Yaz,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minor Threat,
Carl Craig,
Juan Atkins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stereo Dub,
ABBA,
New Age Steppers,
Camberwell Now,
The Real Kids,
The Kinks,
Nils Olav,
Bang On A Can,
Pantytec,
Con Funk Shun,
Excepter,
Moby Grape,
Simply Red,
Monks,
Eden Ahbez,
Mr. Review,
David Axelrod,
Accadde A,
Aswad,
Danielle Patucci,
Popol Vuh,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Monks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
R.M.O.,
Smog,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun Ra,
Unrelated Segments,
The Searchers,
Yazoo,
Flash Fearless,
The Moody Blues,
Malaria!,
Groovy Waters,
Kurtis Blow,
Isaac Hayes,
The Doors,
The Stooges,
Man Parrish,
Harmonia,
Minutemen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Durutti Column,
Desert Stars,
One Last Wish,
The Cramps,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barclay James Harvest,
Von Mondo,
Zapp,
The J.B.'s,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.