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 Namibia and from Copenhagen.
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 Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
China Crisis,
David Axelrod,
The Fuzztones,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Monks,
The Modern Lovers,
Faraquet,
Amon Düül,
Aloha Tigers,
Basic Channel,
Maleditus Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
The Zeros,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dorothy Ashby,
AZ,
Arab on Radar,
The Dead C,
Max Romeo,
Second Layer,
Accadde A,
Howard Jones,
Reuben Wilson,
Barbara Tucker,
Stetsasonic,
Thee Headcoats,
Soft Cell,
Wasted Youth,
Marmalade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Eurythmics,
X-Ray Spex,
MC5,
Fear,
Erykah Badu,
Dark Day,
Albert Ayler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blake Baxter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Green,
John Lydon,
Tom Boy,
Bauhaus,
Danielle Patucci,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Germs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ituana,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Skatalites,
Mo-Dettes,
Livin' Joy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.