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 Mauritius and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Litter to the electroclash 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Young Rascals,
Infiniti,
Soulsonic Force,
Roy Ayers,
The Sonics,
Bobby Sherman,
Chrome,
Faust,
Loose Ends,
K-Klass,
Hasil Adkins,
Heaven 17,
Grey Daturas,
Yusef Lateef,
John Holt,
Outsiders,
R.M.O.,
Eden Ahbez,
The Skatalites,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minutemen,
The Count Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yazoo,
Nirvana,
Angry Samoans,
OOIOO,
Sam Rivers,
The Moleskins,
Niagra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Don Cherry,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Walker Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
New Order,
Adolescents,
Toni Rubio,
T. Rex,
Yaz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vainqueur,
Tears for Fears,
Blancmange,
The Human League,
Livin' Joy,
Marmalade,
Anthony Braxton,
Mark Hollis,
Eddi Front,
DJ Style,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joey Negro,
Von Mondo,
Ornette Coleman,
Fluxion,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.