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 Bosnia Herzegovina 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pharoah Sanders to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
The Moleskins,
Alison Limerick,
Faust,
Main Source,
EPMD,
The Dead C,
ABC,
LL Cool J,
The Sound,
Sparks,
Black Sheep,
Livin' Joy,
Electric Prunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Animal Collective,
Make Up,
Robert Görl,
The Fall,
Sandy B,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New Age Steppers,
Roxy Music,
Suburban Knight,
Cymande,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slits,
Bang On A Can,
Crooked Eye,
Crash Course in Science,
Isaac Hayes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Curtis Mayfield,
Judy Mowatt,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
La Düsseldorf,
Absolute Body Control,
Godley & Creme,
Cal Tjader,
Altered Images,
Nico,
Gang of Four,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Red Krayola,
Half Japanese,
The Barracudas,
The Tremeloes,
R.M.O.,
Idris Muhammad,
John Cale,
Moss Icon,
The Busters,
Motorama,
the Swans,
Simply Red,
Qualms,
Black Bananas,
Alphaville,
Duran Duran,
Kaleidoscope,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.