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 New Zealand and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Todd Terry to the jazz 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Max Romeo,
Can,
Jacob Miller,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blancmange,
John Coltrane,
Minutemen,
The Cure,
Q and Not U,
The Mummies,
Eric Copeland,
Ken Boothe,
Bad Manners,
Aswad,
Alphaville,
Pulsallama,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Leaves,
Fela Kuti,
Ossler,
Iggy Pop,
The Dirtbombs,
Youth Brigade,
Joyce Sims,
Kaleidoscope,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Residents,
Con Funk Shun,
Morten Harket,
Glenn Branca,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lightning Bolt,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare,
Funkadelic,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gladiators,
LL Cool J,
Minnie Riperton,
Cal Tjader,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Carl Craig,
These Immortal Souls,
Sight & Sound,
Agent Orange,
Soul Sonic Force,
Heaven 17,
Amon Düül II,
Bush Tetras,
Boredoms,
Vladislav Delay,
Television,
Yaz,
Tomorrow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cramps,
K-Klass,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.