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 Guatemala and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Smoke to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Archie Shepp,
Ken Boothe,
Derrick May,
Sixth Finger,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crooked Eye,
Guru Guru,
Eli Mardock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Magma,
Sandy B,
Supertramp,
Chris Corsano,
Agent Orange,
Suicide,
The Associates,
Ronnie Foster,
ABBA,
Ultimate Spinach,
FM Einheit,
These Immortal Souls,
Brick,
The Move,
World's Most,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Underground Resistance,
cv313,
Gichy Dan,
T.S.O.L.,
JFA,
The Black Dice,
Thompson Twins,
Can,
This Heat,
The Cramps,
The Misunderstood,
Fluxion,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Martian,
Yellowson,
Pylon,
The Raincoats,
The Monochrome Set,
David Bowie,
Liliput,
Quantec,
Absolute Body Control,
Public Enemy,
Heaven 17,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Yaz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun Ra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Negative Approach,
Deakin,
Drexciya,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.