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 Greece and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Brick to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Simply Red,
Q65,
Lou Reed,
Tears for Fears,
Joe Smooth,
Accadde A,
Kenny Larkin,
Pussy Galore,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aaron Thompson,
Boz Scaggs,
Isaac Hayes,
kango's stein massive,
Buzzcocks,
The Fire Engines,
Cameo,
The Gories,
Bad Manners,
Babytalk,
Robert Görl,
Basic Channel,
The Invisible,
Connie Case,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
Dave Gahan,
Shuggie Otis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Lynne,
The Raincoats,
Lucky Dragons,
Surgeon,
Make Up,
Godley & Creme,
OOIOO,
Heaven 17,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Red Krayola,
Jacques Brel,
Max Romeo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Desert Stars,
The Doors,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minnie Riperton,
Pet Shop Boys,
Agitation Free,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pere Ubu,
Marmalade,
Oblivians,
Shoche,
Pole,
The American Breed,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.