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 Zambia and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Fela Kuti to the disco 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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
John Foxx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Velvet Underground,
Scott Walker,
Angry Samoans,
Gabor Szabo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Suicide,
Graham Central Station,
Marine Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
the Bar-Kays,
The Durutti Column,
The Skatalites,
Bootsy Collins,
Can,
LL Cool J,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tim Buckley,
Eden Ahbez,
Organ,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rotary Connection,
Anthony Braxton,
Interpol,
K-Klass,
Pulsallama,
James White and The Blacks,
MDC,
Max Romeo,
Tommy Roe,
Black Flag,
Section 25,
Accadde A,
Yellowson,
Moebius,
Faust,
Tears for Fears,
Fear,
Cal Tjader,
U.S. Maple,
The Black Dice,
Nik Kershaw,
Vainqueur,
La Düsseldorf,
Lee Hazlewood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arcadia,
Sight & Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Guru Guru,
Roxy Music,
Quadrant,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Hood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scratch Acid,
Intrusion,
Alison Limerick,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.