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 Argentina and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 DNA to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Buzzcocks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mummies,
Heaven 17,
Oneida,
Idris Muhammad,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roxette,
Derrick Morgan,
48th St. Collective,
Cecil Taylor,
The Toasters,
The Skatalites,
T.S.O.L.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
The Moody Blues,
The Leaves,
Crime,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Trojans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Supertramp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liliput,
T. Rex,
The Slackers,
Popol Vuh,
Sun City Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
The Index,
Jawbox,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cure,
Panda Bear,
Junior Murvin,
Wasted Youth,
Ossler,
Scratch Acid,
Roger Hodgson,
Trumans Water,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Au Pairs,
Minor Threat,
The Walker Brothers,
Ronan,
Tim Buckley,
H. Thieme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hoover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chrome,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June Days,
Flipper,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang of Four,
Franke,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.