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 Cameroon 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 Joe Finger to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Mars,
Public Enemy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grauzone,
June Days,
Supertramp,
Robert Wyatt,
Das Ding,
Man Parrish,
Donald Byrd,
Flipper,
Bill Near,
Pagans,
This Heat,
The Litter,
Ronnie Foster,
Gichy Dan,
Spandau Ballet,
X-101,
Nas,
Slick Rick,
Skaos,
Outsiders,
Lakeside,
The Smoke,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Qualms,
Janne Schatter,
Icehouse,
F. McDonald,
Lungfish,
Sound Behaviour,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sällskapet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Metal Thangz,
The Index,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun Ra,
Rakim,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Drexciya,
Scrapy,
Sandy B,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharoah Sanders,
One Last Wish,
EPMD,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hashim,
The Misunderstood,
The Doors,
Isaac Hayes,
Rosa Yemen,
Technova,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.