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 Guinea-Bissau and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Motorama to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Wolf Eyes,
Kurtis Blow,
Eden Ahbez,
DNA,
Tommy Roe,
Juan Atkins,
Pierre Henry,
Sarah Menescal,
Ronnie Foster,
ABBA,
Darondo,
Guru Guru,
John Cale,
Maurizio,
Bronski Beat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scrapy,
Aloha Tigers,
Reuben Wilson,
Supertramp,
Infiniti,
Minny Pops,
Suicide,
OOIOO,
Tim Buckley,
the Germs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
AZ,
The Evens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Bowie,
John Holt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Move,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scion,
Roy Ayers,
The Busters,
Ponytail,
The Angels of Light,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Half Japanese,
Sight & Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Black Dice,
The Cramps,
Mandrill,
Black Flag,
Pagans,
Terry Callier,
Dual Sessions,
Hashim,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Litter,
James White and The Blacks,
Au Pairs,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.