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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Calgary.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Wyatt,
June of 44,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cramps,
Minutemen,
The Dead C,
Los Fastidios,
Blancmange,
Harmonia,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Skatalites,
Fatback Band,
Dawn Penn,
Reagan Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ludus,
Tim Buckley,
Bauhaus,
MC5,
Newcleus,
The Stooges,
Carl Craig,
Banda Bassotti,
Silicon Teens,
Byron Stingily,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Second Layer,
Marine Girls,
The Slits,
ABC,
Alison Limerick,
Wasted Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Juan Atkins,
Average White Band,
Ohio Players,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barbara Tucker,
Skarface,
Slick Rick,
X-101,
Pole,
Pantaleimon,
Television Personalities,
Ronan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Duran Duran,
John Coltrane,
Quantec,
Avey Tare,
L. Decosne,
The Fall,
Marcia Griffiths,
David Axelrod,
Agitation Free,
Jawbox,
T.S.O.L.,
EPMD,
Deepchord,
Aloha Tigers,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.