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 Bolivia and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Q and Not U to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Mad Mike,
Blossom Toes,
The Toasters,
Technova,
U.S. Maple,
Steve Hackett,
The Angels of Light,
Roxette,
The Dirtbombs,
Shoche,
The Velvet Underground,
The Slackers,
Negative Approach,
Maurizio,
Rites of Spring,
Barrington Levy,
The Fall,
The American Breed,
The Real Kids,
Neu!,
The Busters,
Ten City,
Pylon,
Erasure,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Don Cherry,
Bluetip,
Radio Birdman,
The Fugs,
Lucky Dragons,
The Young Rascals,
The Victims,
John Holt,
The Count Five,
Malaria!,
Ohio Players,
Second Layer,
Sixth Finger,
Section 25,
The Divine Comedy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Guru Guru,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Urselle,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gun Club,
Prince Buster,
Scott Walker,
DJ Style,
Joensuu 1685,
David Axelrod,
The Tremeloes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric B and Rakim,
A Certain Ratio,
Tom Boy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.