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 Honduras and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 John Cale to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fat Boys,
Clear Light,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terry Callier,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispy Ambulance,
Suburban Knight,
The Gun Club,
The Kinks,
World's Most,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Gang Dance,
China Crisis,
Aural Exciters,
Fluxion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Michelle Simonal,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Music Machine,
Joe Finger,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Babytalk,
Moebius,
Black Bananas,
DJ Style,
Ponytail,
Funkadelic,
Brothers Johnson,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Move,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Supertramp,
LL Cool J,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ken Boothe,
The Pretty Things,
The Last Poets,
Wally Richardson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radiohead,
James White and The Blacks,
Sällskapet,
Royal Trux,
Bluetip,
Vainqueur,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oblivians,
Loose Ends,
Ice-T,
the Germs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skarface,
Stereo Dub,
Gichy Dan,
The Angels of Light,
The Barracudas,
Fela Kuti,
Rufus Thomas,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.