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 Grenada and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 The Real Kids to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Infiniti,
The Doors,
Marcia Griffiths,
Frankie Knuckles,
Clear Light,
Deakin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Happenings,
Max Romeo,
Steve Hackett,
Kaleidoscope,
Faust,
The Names,
Buzzcocks,
Danielle Patucci,
Fluxion,
The Cramps,
The Offenders,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Leaves,
Archie Shepp,
The Slits,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fugazi,
Pantaleimon,
Tom Boy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radiohead,
Talk Talk,
Matthew Halsall,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Slick Rick,
The Toasters,
Rosa Yemen,
Byron Stingily,
Theoretical Girls,
DJ Style,
The Barracudas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Excepter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gabor Szabo,
Neu!,
Wally Richardson,
Japan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Donald Byrd,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Young Rascals,
Godley & Creme,
Prince Buster,
Alice Coltrane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quantec,
Quando Quango,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Litter,
Mr. Review,
Wings,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.