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 Toronto.
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 Shanghai and Madrid.
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 synthesizer 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 Rotary Connection to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Aural Exciters,
The Mojo Men,
Kerri Chandler,
Isaac Hayes,
Todd Rundgren,
Make Up,
Scratch Acid,
The Last Poets,
Cymande,
London Community Gospel Choir,
8 Eyed Spy,
Basic Channel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Foxx,
Erasure,
Peter & Gordon,
Harry Pussy,
Urselle,
The Slackers,
the Bar-Kays,
World's Most,
Mary Jane Girls,
DJ Style,
The Busters,
Bang On A Can,
Whodini,
Echospace,
Johnny Clarke,
Fugazi,
Circle Jerks,
Model 500,
Scan 7,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Bananas,
Chrome,
Parry Music,
Soft Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
Wire,
The Blackbyrds,
Procol Harum,
Danielle Patucci,
Kurtis Blow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cal Tjader,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Index,
Faraquet,
cv313,
Howard Jones,
Babytalk,
The Birthday Party,
Marmalade,
Ludus,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Saints,
The Dirtbombs,
John Holt,
Blancmange,
EPMD,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.