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 Fiji and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Carl Craig to the disco 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Dennis Brown,
Iggy Pop,
Funkadelic,
Boz Scaggs,
The Index,
Eden Ahbez,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-102,
Smog,
Organ,
Lou Christie,
Tears for Fears,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ronan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soft Cell,
Roxy Music,
Livin' Joy,
The Move,
Andrew Hill,
Jawbox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hardrive,
Max Romeo,
Joe Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
Banda Bassotti,
Terry Callier,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Y Pants,
Faraquet,
Colin Newman,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nils Olav,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Clear Light,
Robert Wyatt,
Mars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nas,
Ronnie Foster,
Minnie Riperton,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Electric Prunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultravox,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Porter Ricks,
The Evens,
PIL,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Mills,
Dual Sessions,
Ohio Players,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hashim,
Black Bananas,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.