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 Albania and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Black Sheep to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Eric B and Rakim,
PIL,
The Young Rascals,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Maurizio,
World's Most,
The Divine Comedy,
Ronan,
David McCallum,
The Raincoats,
The Modern Lovers,
UT,
Supertramp,
Sam Rivers,
Neu!,
Hot Snakes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fall,
Pole,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Monks,
Drexciya,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Tremeloes,
Minny Pops,
Donny Hathaway,
The Associates,
Dark Day,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stetsasonic,
Organ,
The Black Dice,
Ultra Naté,
Eurythmics,
Spoonie Gee,
Tubeway Army,
Faraquet,
Bobby Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
Minor Threat,
Silicon Teens,
Heaven 17,
Subhumans,
The Neon Judgement,
Tropical Tobacco,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sonics,
Eddi Front,
Barrington Levy,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter & Gordon,
Cal Tjader,
The Mojo Men,
The Victims,
Robert Hood,
Joensuu 1685,
Chris Corsano,
The Last Poets,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.