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 Latvia and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
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 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 The Buckinghams to the grime 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dual Sessions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Isaac Hayes,
Alison Limerick,
Pere Ubu,
Icehouse,
Lyres,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Godley & Creme,
Bill Near,
Dorothy Ashby,
In Retrospect,
The Cure,
Marine Girls,
Fat Boys,
Scion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
This Heat,
Eurythmics,
Aaron Thompson,
The Monks,
The Invisible,
Animal Collective,
Hashim,
Sex Pistols,
Bootsy Collins,
Wolf Eyes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crispy Ambulance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Donald Byrd,
Khruangbin,
Man Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Cluster,
Pole,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Royal Trux,
Yazoo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Funkadelic,
John Holt,
Japan,
Steve Hackett,
Urselle,
Technova,
Basic Channel,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
L. Decosne,
Model 500,
ABBA,
The Young Rascals,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.