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 Thailand and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Man Parrish to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Porter Ricks,
John Coltrane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Five Americans,
Echospace,
The Velvet Underground,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eli Mardock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Toasters,
The Index,
Thompson Twins,
Simply Red,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Buzzcocks,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Howard Jones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-102,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Lyres,
World's Most,
The Residents,
the Sonics,
Warsaw,
Letta Mbulu,
KRS-One,
Stereo Dub,
Aaron Thompson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun Ra,
Tomorrow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
F. McDonald,
Jerry Gold Smith,
FM Einheit,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Misunderstood,
DJ Style,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Intrusion,
Wings,
The Cure,
Minor Threat,
Barbara Tucker,
Technova,
Matthew Halsall,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anakelly,
The Fire Engines,
Public Enemy,
Alphaville,
The Shadows of Knight,
Maleditus Sound,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.