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 Oman and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Zapp to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Buzzcocks,
Derrick Morgan,
Amon Düül II,
Unwound,
The Last Poets,
Maurizio,
The Misunderstood,
Isaac Hayes,
Japan,
Alton Ellis,
Steve Hackett,
David McCallum,
Fugazi,
Donny Hathaway,
F. McDonald,
Hashim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang of Four,
The Real Kids,
Yellowson,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Human League,
Agent Orange,
Barbara Tucker,
Aloha Tigers,
The New Christs,
kango's stein massive,
Quando Quango,
Zero Boys,
The Leaves,
E-Dancer,
Althea and Donna,
Eli Mardock,
L. Decosne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fortunes,
The Names,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June of 44,
The J.B.'s,
Dawn Penn,
Youth Brigade,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cowsills,
Black Bananas,
The Motions,
Eve St. Jones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stetsasonic,
The Modern Lovers,
Skarface,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Normal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mr. Review,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Glenn Branca,
Graham Central Station,
T. Rex,
The Detroit Cobras,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.