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 Seoul.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
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 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 The Index to the disco 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
The Black Dice,
Andrew Hill,
David McCallum,
Average White Band,
B.T. Express,
Alison Limerick,
Black Flag,
The Music Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radio Birdman,
Blancmange,
Johnny Clarke,
Cluster,
Sister Nancy,
Fela Kuti,
The Fugs,
10cc,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eden Ahbez,
The Move,
the Slits,
The Saints,
Yaz,
EPMD,
Theoretical Girls,
The Seeds,
Oblivians,
the Bar-Kays,
Soul II Soul,
Crash Course in Science,
Tomorrow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Technova,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Public Image Ltd.,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Womack,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cowsills,
Hardrive,
Brick,
The Monochrome Set,
Icehouse,
Idris Muhammad,
D'Angelo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Make Up,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare,
Trumans Water,
Nils Olav,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Techniques,
Hoover,
Chrome,
World's Most,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Visage,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.