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 Solomon Islands and from Taipei.
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 Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Lou Reed 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 Mandrill to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Count Five,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Seeds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barbara Tucker,
New Age Steppers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drexciya,
Panda Bear,
Depeche Mode,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Scott Walker,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wire,
Vainqueur,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Bar-Kays,
Terry Callier,
Eric Dolphy,
Josef K,
Yazoo,
A Certain Ratio,
Scan 7,
Neil Young,
Faraquet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Symarip,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sam Rivers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joy Division,
Second Layer,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Invisible,
Johnny Osbourne,
Inner City,
Siglo XX,
The Gories,
Danielle Patucci,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Green,
the Germs,
The Names,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chrome,
Basic Channel,
Au Pairs,
Kayak,
The Stooges,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.