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 Qatar and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Ultra Naté to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radiohead,
La Düsseldorf,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bush Tetras,
Clear Light,
the Association,
Sandy B,
Monolake,
A Certain Ratio,
Royal Trux,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rufus Thomas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cowsills,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Interpol,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Pus,
Soft Cell,
Au Pairs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Danielle Patucci,
U.S. Maple,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Womack,
Magma,
Sun City Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Archie Shepp,
T. Rex,
The Music Machine,
Procol Harum,
Kas Product,
Section 25,
Yazoo,
Unwound,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Whodini,
Delon & Dalcan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yaz,
Surgeon,
Ultra Naté,
Arthur Verocai,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gladiators,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.