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 the UAE and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 New Age Steppers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Average White Band,
Brand Nubian,
Supertramp,
Chrome,
The Monks,
Circle Jerks,
Al Stewart,
Donny Hathaway,
Sällskapet,
Hoover,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crash Course in Science,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rosa Yemen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smoke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Zeros,
Accadde A,
Jacques Brel,
Darondo,
The Electric Prunes,
The Names,
Alton Ellis,
The Barracudas,
The Toasters,
Hardrive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
A Certain Ratio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Suicide,
Scan 7,
Television,
Blancmange,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ten City,
Gang Starr,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Wyatt,
Wings,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fluxion,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sarah Menescal,
Wally Richardson,
Idris Muhammad,
Kayak,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eddi Front,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Delon & Dalcan,
AZ,
Max Romeo,
Franke,
The Trojans,
Pantytec,
Inner City,
Brick,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mummies,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.