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 Haiti and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the dance 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nik Kershaw,
X-102,
Youth Brigade,
The Kinks,
X-101,
Stockholm Monsters,
June of 44,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
MC5,
Porter Ricks,
Quando Quango,
Groovy Waters,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Gang Dance,
Severed Heads,
Visage,
Desert Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mo-Dettes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Matthew Halsall,
Derrick Morgan,
James White and The Blacks,
Quadrant,
Big Daddy Kane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gichy Dan,
Man Parrish,
Mission of Burma,
Faraquet,
PIL,
Bobby Sherman,
John Foxx,
Rekid,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Searchers,
Ronnie Foster,
Moebius,
Lakeside,
Robert Hood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kayak,
Patti Smith,
Oblivians,
Bob Dylan,
Mr. Review,
Slick Rick,
Suicide,
10cc,
Scrapy,
Goldenarms,
the Fania All-Stars,
Half Japanese,
Iggy Pop,
The Seeds,
World's Most,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.