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 Morocco and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
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 mellotron 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 Eric B and Rakim to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amazonics,
David Bowie,
E-Dancer,
Oneida,
Unrelated Segments,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Blackbyrds,
Arab on Radar,
The Fall,
The Offenders,
Moss Icon,
Black Sheep,
Dorothy Ashby,
Electric Prunes,
Ituana,
Sister Nancy,
Television,
Drexciya,
The Residents,
Visage,
ABC,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Altered Images,
Swell Maps,
Harry Pussy,
Excepter,
Organ,
Skaos,
Bad Manners,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Livin' Joy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Searchers,
Swans,
Alice Coltrane,
Zero Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Lakeside,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quadrant,
John Lydon,
the Swans,
Qualms,
Dual Sessions,
New Age Steppers,
New Order,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stiv Bators,
Terry Callier,
The J.B.'s,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultravox,
Negative Approach,
Donny Hathaway,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.