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 London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Inner City,
Joyce Sims,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Wyatt,
Tears for Fears,
Aloha Tigers,
PIL,
Harmonia,
Metal Thangz,
Slick Rick,
Scan 7,
10cc,
The Offenders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fad Gadget,
The Gap Band,
The Gories,
Fela Kuti,
Youth Brigade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drexciya,
Sex Pistols,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dave Gahan,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Sherman,
OOIOO,
Lakeside,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bob Dylan,
Patti Smith,
Monks,
Television,
Flash Fearless,
The Slackers,
The Move,
Aaron Thompson,
World's Most,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Johnny Osbourne,
Motorama,
Junior Murvin,
Moss Icon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Procol Harum,
Second Layer,
Cluster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Monolake,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Faraquet,
Wally Richardson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neil Young,
T. Rex,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun City Girls,
Camouflage,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.