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 Mongolia and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gabor Szabo to the jazz 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
T.S.O.L.,
Sister Nancy,
Al Stewart,
The Trojans,
Bootsy Collins,
Marine Girls,
Andrew Hill,
The Cowsills,
Brand Nubian,
Pere Ubu,
Althea and Donna,
Whodini,
Spandau Ballet,
Rakim,
Cameo,
Archie Shepp,
Patti Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
ABC,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dead Boys,
The Five Americans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Infiniti,
Von Mondo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joensuu 1685,
Animal Collective,
Alphaville,
Reagan Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
Fugazi,
Thompson Twins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Normal,
Nik Kershaw,
Boz Scaggs,
Cymande,
Niagra,
DJ Style,
kango's stein massive,
R.M.O.,
Malaria!,
X-101,
Surgeon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Todd Rundgren,
The Neon Judgement,
Sällskapet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oblivians,
Dennis Brown,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Sneak,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.