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 Seychelles and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Juan Atkins to the disco 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bad Manners,
The Gap Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Section 25,
The Motions,
Jacques Brel,
Black Sheep,
Dave Gahan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Schoolly D,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tres Demented,
Kas Product,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Saccharine Trust,
Japan,
Boredoms,
The Modern Lovers,
New Order,
cv313,
Eve St. Jones,
Stiv Bators,
John Cale,
Rhythm & Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Moody Blues,
The Stooges,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ossler,
48th St. Collective,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Pus,
Joensuu 1685,
PIL,
The Martian,
Slick Rick,
Wings,
Piero Umiliani,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Reagan Youth,
Zero Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter and Kerry,
The Angels of Light,
Tom Boy,
Talk Talk,
EPMD,
Harry Pussy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neil Young,
The Vogues,
The Blackbyrds,
Television Personalities,
Lungfish,
The Slits,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.