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 Portugal and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Cheater Slicks to the funk 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
The Last Poets,
Cecil Taylor,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Evens,
the Association,
The Gladiators,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tubeway Army,
the Human League,
Malaria!,
Aural Exciters,
Joe Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
The Pretty Things,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dead Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Jacques Brel,
Peter & Gordon,
Bluetip,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chrome,
Stetsasonic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Thee Headcoats,
Bootsy Collins,
Con Funk Shun,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dennis Brown,
The Cowsills,
Ice-T,
The Fuzztones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pylon,
Flash Fearless,
The Five Americans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Can,
Jawbox,
June Days,
The Gories,
Lou Reed,
Franke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Normal,
Duran Duran,
Todd Rundgren,
Lightning Bolt,
Dual Sessions,
Reagan Youth,
Erasure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alphaville,
Dark Day,
Reuben Wilson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mr. Review,
Procol Harum,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.