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 Ghana and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Frankie Knuckles to the punk 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minnie Riperton,
Yaz,
Radiohead,
DJ Style,
The Star Department,
Connie Case,
Reuben Wilson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swell Maps,
Kurtis Blow,
Lightning Bolt,
Surgeon,
Amazonics,
Wire,
The Golliwogs,
Lyres,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bauhaus,
The Gories,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
H. Thieme,
The Birthday Party,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Danielle Patucci,
Deadbeat,
Ornette Coleman,
Country Teasers,
Ituana,
Moss Icon,
Crash Course in Science,
Marine Girls,
The Associates,
Fluxion,
Roger Hodgson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Electric Prunes,
Supertramp,
Wolf Eyes,
Mandrill,
The Monks,
Agitation Free,
Pantaleimon,
Gong,
Maurizio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gap Band,
Lower 48,
Television,
Monolake,
Roxette,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alphaville,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Albert Ayler,
Joy Division,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.