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 Dominica and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 The Offenders to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Roxy Music,
The Fuzztones,
David Bowie,
The Searchers,
Liliput,
The Raincoats,
Brothers Johnson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barrington Levy,
Iggy Pop,
Soft Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terry Callier,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Subhumans,
Joensuu 1685,
The J.B.'s,
Schoolly D,
FM Einheit,
Circle Jerks,
Half Japanese,
Kerrie Biddell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Holt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Erasure,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Christie,
Toni Rubio,
Gong,
The Offenders,
Dark Day,
Flipper,
Qualms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nico,
Derrick May,
Kenny Larkin,
Idris Muhammad,
Joy Division,
James White and The Blacks,
The Music Machine,
Jacques Brel,
The Velvet Underground,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young,
Wasted Youth,
The Mummies,
The Victims,
Slave,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sarah Menescal,
Royal Trux,
Boogie Down Productions,
Godley & Creme,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.