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 Togo and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Jacques Brel to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
The Beau Brummels,
Nils Olav,
Grauzone,
Yellowson,
Moby Grape,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Last Poets,
Donald Byrd,
Aural Exciters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Agent Orange,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fortunes,
The American Breed,
Gang of Four,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mad Mike,
Nico,
Hardrive,
The Five Americans,
Porter Ricks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Hood,
Letta Mbulu,
Stereo Dub,
Glenn Branca,
Bauhaus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Susan Cadogan,
kango's stein massive,
Maleditus Sound,
Essential Logic,
Supertramp,
Circle Jerks,
Jerry's Kids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mr. Review,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fear,
Eli Mardock,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun Ra,
Jeff Lynne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eurythmics,
Con Funk Shun,
The Move,
Freddie Wadling,
Niagra,
Leonard Cohen,
Absolute Body Control,
David Bowie,
Michelle Simonal,
Organ,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.