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 Lesotho 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Arcadia to the funk 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moby Grape,
Joensuu 1685,
This Heat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Simply Red,
The Move,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neil Young,
Parry Music,
Liliput,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Malaria!,
Toni Rubio,
Au Pairs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ronnie Foster,
David Axelrod,
Eric Dolphy,
The Litter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Pus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nik Kershaw,
The Grass Roots,
John Holt,
Cecil Taylor,
Public Enemy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dirtbombs,
Freddie Wadling,
Arcadia,
Symarip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barbara Tucker,
Alice Coltrane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lower 48,
Lou Christie,
Agent Orange,
The Mojo Men,
Nas,
Peter and Kerry,
The Golliwogs,
Can,
Tommy Roe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pole,
Dave Gahan,
Visage,
Sugar Minott,
Monks,
Faust,
Yazoo,
Magazine,
Aloha Tigers,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.