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 Liechtenstein and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
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 marimba 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 Livin' Joy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gichy Dan,
Easy Going,
Technova,
In Retrospect,
Juan Atkins,
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül,
Mission of Burma,
MDC,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anthony Braxton,
Joy Division,
Johnny Clarke,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Doobie Brothers,
10cc,
Delta 5,
Scrapy,
Half Japanese,
The Durutti Column,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Audionom,
The Pretty Things,
Eric Dolphy,
Archie Shepp,
Sugar Minott,
Black Pus,
The Gun Club,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Aaron Thompson,
Con Funk Shun,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Smoke,
Derrick May,
Andrew Hill,
The Walker Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Slits,
The Cowsills,
Anakelly,
Brand Nubian,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brass Construction,
Girls At Our Best!,
Donald Byrd,
Radiopuhelimet,
AZ,
Angry Samoans,
Eric B and Rakim,
June Days,
the Slits,
Fluxion,
Scan 7,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Five Americans,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.