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 Eritrea and from Lille.
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 Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Zapp to the grunge 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Clear Light,
the Sonics,
Groovy Waters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
a-ha,
Maurizio,
The United States of America,
Davy DMX,
Fear,
Mad Mike,
Quantec,
The Fire Engines,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Henry Cow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Invisible,
David Bowie,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Outsiders,
Crooked Eye,
Magazine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minny Pops,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sound Behaviour,
The Last Poets,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bad Manners,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Buzzcocks,
Silicon Teens,
The Pop Group,
OOIOO,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nils Olav,
Echospace,
Pole,
The Neon Judgement,
The Monks,
Sugar Minott,
Ponytail,
Pantytec,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Intrusion,
Country Teasers,
Ludus,
Index,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Agent Orange,
Mark Hollis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Half Japanese,
Stereo Dub,
James White and The Blacks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June of 44,
Kurtis Blow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.