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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Brand Nubian to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rufus Thomas,
Wings,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tomorrow,
Khruangbin,
The Standells,
Peter & Gordon,
Theoretical Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric B and Rakim,
Heaven 17,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Masters at Work,
Dark Day,
The Monochrome Set,
June of 44,
Clear Light,
The Gladiators,
Royal Trux,
Dead Boys,
Amon Düül II,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric Copeland,
Depeche Mode,
These Immortal Souls,
Sugar Minott,
The Neon Judgement,
Mary Jane Girls,
Main Source,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ponytail,
Eli Mardock,
Wire,
The Fortunes,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skarface,
The Index,
Unwound,
Camberwell Now,
The Doors,
Kayak,
K-Klass,
the Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Blues Magoos,
Dual Sessions,
Brothers Johnson,
Soft Cell,
Stiv Bators,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Byrd,
CMW,
Leonard Cohen,
The Selecter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Starr,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.