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 Georgia and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sällskapet to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
David Bowie,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultra Naté,
The Blackbyrds,
Lungfish,
Warsaw,
Rotary Connection,
New York Dolls,
Roxy Music,
Tomorrow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pere Ubu,
Mr. Review,
The Cramps,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Evens,
The Offenders,
Aswad,
DNA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wire,
The Pop Group,
Sonny Sharrock,
Davy DMX,
The Raincoats,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smiths,
Joyce Sims,
Ornette Coleman,
The Techniques,
Toni Rubio,
Ossler,
The Vogues,
Alton Ellis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fad Gadget,
Curtis Mayfield,
Magma,
The Move,
The Music Machine,
The Barracudas,
The Toasters,
Infiniti,
The Buckinghams,
PIL,
The Victims,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Whodini,
New Age Steppers,
OOIOO,
Fugazi,
Howard Jones,
The Blues Magoos,
The Neon Judgement,
Altered Images,
Rod Modell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.