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 Yemen and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Harry Pussy to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Tom Boy,
The Seeds,
Loose Ends,
Johnny Osbourne,
Donald Byrd,
Ponytail,
Sun City Girls,
Howard Jones,
The Walker Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Searchers,
Rosa Yemen,
a-ha,
Pylon,
Sällskapet,
EPMD,
The Evens,
Aaron Thompson,
Average White Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Sherman,
Maurizio,
Lalann,
New Order,
Liliput,
Leonard Cohen,
The Human League,
Minny Pops,
The Fortunes,
Deadbeat,
The Standells,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Starr,
Crispian St. Peters,
DJ Sneak,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Shoche,
Grauzone,
La Düsseldorf,
Vainqueur,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Byron Stingily,
Bootsy Collins,
X-101,
Popol Vuh,
Todd Terry,
Nas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Porter Ricks,
Reuben Wilson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roy Ayers,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Residents,
Johnny Clarke,
The Shadows of Knight,
ABC,
Mad Mike,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.