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 Kosovo and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet 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 R.M.O. to the rock 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
Duran Duran,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Pop Group,
Crash Course in Science,
Soft Cell,
Shuggie Otis,
Scientists,
The Invisible,
The Birthday Party,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gap Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Q and Not U,
The Mojo Men,
The Fuzztones,
Desert Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cowsills,
The Slackers,
Crime,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bizarre Inc.,
New York Dolls,
Smog,
Charles Mingus,
Neu!,
The Raincoats,
Basic Channel,
Harmonia,
Bill Near,
a-ha,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pantytec,
The Modern Lovers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeff Mills,
Yazoo,
The Human League,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Visage,
The Slits,
Yaz,
Massinfluence,
kango's stein massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Howard Jones,
Aswad,
Livin' Joy,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Bananas,
The Wake,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Moleskins,
Y Pants,
Depeche Mode,
The Dirtbombs,
Faust,
the Normal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Saints,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Pretty Things,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.