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 Montenegro and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Carl Craig to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Gabor Szabo,
the Sonics,
Rosa Yemen,
Derrick May,
The Fall,
Janne Schatter,
Cymande,
T. Rex,
Rekid,
Kevin Saunderson,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Selecter,
Procol Harum,
Magma,
Matthew Halsall,
Clear Light,
Eddi Front,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marine Girls,
Black Bananas,
Tears for Fears,
Brand Nubian,
Laurel Aitken,
Tommy Roe,
Monolake,
the Swans,
Sixth Finger,
Scott Walker,
The Durutti Column,
Dual Sessions,
Newcleus,
Todd Rundgren,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joy Division,
Cameo,
Minor Threat,
The Associates,
Thee Headcoats,
Magazine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Y Pants,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Dolphy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crime,
Yazoo,
The Red Krayola,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Slackers,
Motorama,
Mr. Review,
Japan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Echospace,
Max Romeo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Lynne,
The Music Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Kenny Larkin,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.