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 Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lalann to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Bluetip,
Eric Dolphy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thee Headcoats,
Eden Ahbez,
Graham Central Station,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Angels of Light,
Absolute Body Control,
Pylon,
The Cramps,
The Knickerbockers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Second Layer,
Pole,
The Five Americans,
Essential Logic,
The Black Dice,
The Happenings,
Tears for Fears,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brand Nubian,
Aswad,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Howard Jones,
Joensuu 1685,
Suicide,
Basic Channel,
The Saints,
The Grass Roots,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marc Almond,
Kerri Chandler,
B.T. Express,
Laurel Aitken,
The Monochrome Set,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Swans,
Tubeway Army,
World's Most,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skarface,
Pulsallama,
Erasure,
Lalann,
Donald Byrd,
Ituana,
Amon Düül,
Jerry's Kids,
the Normal,
Erykah Badu,
Dennis Brown,
The Trojans,
Aaron Thompson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Victims,
Joey Negro,
Lindisfarne,
Rosa Yemen,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.