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 Nigeria and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Jeru the Damaja to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Nik Kershaw,
Gichy Dan,
LL Cool J,
Amon Düül,
Minnie Riperton,
Minutemen,
JFA,
Ice-T,
Pylon,
Alton Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
Amazonics,
The Music Machine,
June of 44,
Pantytec,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Byron Stingily,
Leonard Cohen,
Agitation Free,
KRS-One,
Mission of Burma,
Model 500,
Gregory Isaacs,
Freddie Wadling,
Sparks,
R.M.O.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grandmaster Flash,
June Days,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Bananas,
DJ Sneak,
The Skatalites,
Funkadelic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New York Dolls,
X-102,
Dorothy Ashby,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mr. Review,
Rosa Yemen,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Parrish,
The Alarm Clocks,
F. McDonald,
The Smiths,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skriet,
The Sound,
Oneida,
Roy Ayers,
Tears for Fears,
Barrington Levy,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monks,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.