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 Albania and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
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 snare 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 James White and The Blacks to the techno 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection 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?
Simply Red,
Rosa Yemen,
the Association,
Minutemen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Pus,
Television,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flash Fearless,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mr. Review,
Charles Mingus,
Susan Cadogan,
Yazoo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Maurizio,
Procol Harum,
Ronan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Star Department,
Donny Hathaway,
Chrome,
Sister Nancy,
Ponytail,
Laurel Aitken,
Terry Callier,
Khruangbin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Names,
Average White Band,
Babytalk,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed,
Liliput,
Peter and Kerry,
Gabor Szabo,
Tubeway Army,
Amazonics,
Unwound,
Bad Manners,
Yusef Lateef,
Basic Channel,
Con Funk Shun,
Althea and Donna,
Little Man,
Alice Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
Rotary Connection,
Marine Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Funky Four + One,
Anthony Braxton,
The Misunderstood,
Alton Ellis,
John Holt,
Pulsallama,
Janne Schatter,
Kerri Chandler,
Slave,
The Buckinghams,
Zero Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.