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 Iran and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Deepchord to the electroclash 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Althea and Donna,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Barracudas,
Skaos,
Eurythmics,
The Vogues,
The Names,
Radiohead,
Johnny Osbourne,
Max Romeo,
Harry Pussy,
Godley & Creme,
The Leaves,
Brand Nubian,
The Alarm Clocks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Davy DMX,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Black Dice,
Gang of Four,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Misunderstood,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
Dorothy Ashby,
Monks,
Harmonia,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Blues Magoos,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wings,
The Happenings,
Man Parrish,
Tomorrow,
Yellowson,
Lou Christie,
Donald Byrd,
The Doors,
Ohio Players,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alton Ellis,
Average White Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Swell Maps,
These Immortal Souls,
Flipper,
Darondo,
The Dirtbombs,
Dead Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
John Coltrane,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.