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 Angola 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
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 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 Derrick Morgan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Cluster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lucky Dragons,
Maurizio,
Anakelly,
the Germs,
Soul II Soul,
John Holt,
The Skatalites,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quadrant,
the Bar-Kays,
Pagans,
cv313,
Joe Smooth,
June of 44,
Accadde A,
Johnny Osbourne,
Matthew Halsall,
John Cale,
Scan 7,
Iggy Pop,
Tres Demented,
Funky Four + One,
Television Personalities,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Basic Channel,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Moleskins,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cramps,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DNA,
Average White Band,
Erasure,
Kurtis Blow,
Theoretical Girls,
Japan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Young Marble Giants,
Sister Nancy,
Eurythmics,
The Neon Judgement,
One Last Wish,
Wally Richardson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Görl,
Scratch Acid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roy Ayers,
Intrusion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Massinfluence,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Slits,
Country Teasers,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.