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 Iran and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 The Neon Judgement to the techno 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
The Blackbyrds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hot Snakes,
the Bar-Kays,
These Immortal Souls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Agitation Free,
Cecil Taylor,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Happenings,
Tommy Roe,
Patti Smith,
The Birthday Party,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun Ra,
Warsaw,
Gang Starr,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kayak,
Don Cherry,
Eddi Front,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pere Ubu,
Sound Behaviour,
Toni Rubio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Albert Ayler,
Can,
Mission of Burma,
David Bowie,
Leonard Cohen,
Crooked Eye,
Sixth Finger,
Guru Guru,
Sex Pistols,
Dead Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Babytalk,
Icehouse,
Robert Görl,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Selecter,
Ossler,
Liliput,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lungfish,
Joey Negro,
The Neon Judgement,
Mandrill,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brand Nubian,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hashim,
Roxy Music,
China Crisis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Average White Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.