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 Japan and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 The Moody Blues to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra,
Duran Duran,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ohio Players,
Gabor Szabo,
E-Dancer,
Magma,
Scrapy,
L. Decosne,
the Bar-Kays,
Kayak,
The Grass Roots,
The Wake,
Fugazi,
Wally Richardson,
Brass Construction,
Frankie Knuckles,
OOIOO,
Alison Limerick,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Fraelich,
Scientists,
Arab on Radar,
The Victims,
Funky Four + One,
David Bowie,
Roger Hodgson,
The Human League,
Television,
Joe Smooth,
Rapeman,
Bill Wells,
Connie Case,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Certain Ratio,
Mark Hollis,
Crime,
the Normal,
Rites of Spring,
The Gories,
Make Up,
Amon Düül II,
Gang of Four,
Hoover,
Marine Girls,
Adolescents,
Pagans,
Neu!,
Minnie Riperton,
Wasted Youth,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Görl,
Gang Green,
T. Rex,
Lindisfarne,
Drexciya,
Radiohead,
Andrew Hill,
Malaria!,
Half Japanese,
The Neon Judgement,
The Residents,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.