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 Andorra and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Holger Czukay 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 Duran Duran to the jazz 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Holt,
Neu!,
Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flipper,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quando Quango,
Delta 5,
Johnny Clarke,
Harmonia,
The Last Poets,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Laurel Aitken,
Blossom Toes,
Essential Logic,
Scientists,
The Real Kids,
Rites of Spring,
the Association,
Grey Daturas,
Y Pants,
Rod Modell,
Echospace,
Gil Scott Heron,
Inner City,
Grauzone,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Human League,
Joey Negro,
X-102,
Mr. Review,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amon Düül II,
Icehouse,
Dual Sessions,
The Birthday Party,
Lindisfarne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Prince Buster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Delon & Dalcan,
Scrapy,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Black Dice,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oneida,
One Last Wish,
Adolescents,
Amazonics,
T.S.O.L.,
Fela Kuti,
The Associates,
Steve Hackett,
Deadbeat,
Scan 7,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.