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 Madagascar and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Fat Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blancmange,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Todd Terry,
Model 500,
cv313,
Darondo,
Flash Fearless,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DJ Style,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Sheep,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Kinks,
The Durutti Column,
Audionom,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stiv Bators,
DNA,
Harry Pussy,
The Neon Judgement,
Nation of Ulysses,
H. Thieme,
New York Dolls,
Tomorrow,
Eurythmics,
Monolake,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
ABC,
the Slits,
Royal Trux,
The Wake,
Wolf Eyes,
The Walker Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
The Young Rascals,
Joensuu 1685,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Q and Not U,
Fat Boys,
T. Rex,
Jacques Brel,
the Swans,
Jeff Lynne,
Tubeway Army,
R.M.O.,
Dawn Penn,
Alton Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
Dark Day,
T.S.O.L.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ten City,
Janne Schatter,
The Knickerbockers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
Circle Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.