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 Haiti and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Bootsy Collins to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Crispy Ambulance,
AZ,
Minnie Riperton,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sister Nancy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultravox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tears for Fears,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cramps,
UT,
Marcia Griffiths,
Josef K,
Joe Finger,
Cybotron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ice-T,
F. McDonald,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Scratch Acid,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tommy Roe,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Barracudas,
Schoolly D,
Section 25,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kaleidoscope,
Lebanon Hanover,
Traffic Nightmare,
Talk Talk,
Yazoo,
Minutemen,
Derrick May,
Joey Negro,
Flash Fearless,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hoover,
Gabor Szabo,
June Days,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sonic Youth,
Al Stewart,
The Fortunes,
Basic Channel,
Main Source,
U.S. Maple,
Anakelly,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gun Club,
The Remains,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.