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 Bhutan and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 New Age Steppers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Fad Gadget,
Lungfish,
Tommy Roe,
Wolf Eyes,
Todd Rundgren,
Motorama,
Metal Thangz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barrington Levy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kerrie Biddell,
Suicide,
Nas,
Ornette Coleman,
The Smiths,
The Kinks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bang On A Can,
Joey Negro,
LL Cool J,
Lightning Bolt,
Morten Harket,
Supertramp,
Bootsy Collins,
Technova,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fugs,
Moss Icon,
Bluetip,
Matthew Halsall,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultravox,
Warren Ellis,
The Gladiators,
Camouflage,
Grauzone,
R.M.O.,
Skarface,
Rites of Spring,
MDC,
Blossom Toes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rekid,
Frankie Knuckles,
Iggy Pop,
Con Funk Shun,
Mary Jane Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Public Image Ltd.,
Idris Muhammad,
The J.B.'s,
Lyres,
ABBA,
Panda Bear,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Unwound,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.