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 Luxembourg and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Robert Palmer 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 Sound Behaviour to the electroclash 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
OOIOO,
Kerri Chandler,
Camberwell Now,
Kevin Saunderson,
Warsaw,
Andrew Hill,
D'Angelo,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Moon,
Letta Mbulu,
Surgeon,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Modern Lovers,
Lightning Bolt,
The Trojans,
Essential Logic,
Kas Product,
The Selecter,
Section 25,
Ituana,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Tremeloes,
Slick Rick,
The Cure,
Reuben Wilson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joensuu 1685,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ornette Coleman,
Qualms,
The Gories,
Nils Olav,
Alphaville,
The Red Krayola,
Dark Day,
Parry Music,
Sparks,
Minor Threat,
These Immortal Souls,
Lindisfarne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Little Man,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scientists,
Television Personalities,
Monolake,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barry Ungar,
DJ Style,
Tres Demented,
48th St. Collective,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jandek,
The Mojo Men,
Delta 5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.