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 Senegal and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Quando Quango to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Con Funk Shun,
The Martian,
The Blackbyrds,
Tim Buckley,
Nas,
Mo-Dettes,
Qualms,
The Smoke,
Soul II Soul,
Althea and Donna,
the Sonics,
The Seeds,
Lakeside,
In Retrospect,
The Barracudas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
ABBA,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Happenings,
Country Teasers,
Alton Ellis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cecil Taylor,
One Last Wish,
Funkadelic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Spandau Ballet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Raincoats,
Newcleus,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hot Snakes,
Suicide,
The Black Dice,
Crispian St. Peters,
Heaven 17,
Angry Samoans,
The Fuzztones,
Shoche,
Section 25,
Barrington Levy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stiv Bators,
The Associates,
Symarip,
MC5,
Magazine,
New Age Steppers,
Man Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cymande,
Motorama,
Leonard Cohen,
Scan 7,
The Kinks,
Sällskapet,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter & Gordon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.