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 Cambodia and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dennis Brown to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sister Nancy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Judy Mowatt,
Second Layer,
Make Up,
Swans,
The Monochrome Set,
Terry Callier,
Dead Boys,
Circle Jerks,
The Selecter,
Intrusion,
The Mojo Men,
Yellowson,
Dennis Brown,
Andrew Hill,
Qualms,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Byrd,
The Star Department,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aswad,
The United States of America,
New Order,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Kinks,
Eddi Front,
Spoonie Gee,
Carl Craig,
Sun City Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
B.T. Express,
Unwound,
Khruangbin,
Crime,
Suburban Knight,
Kenny Larkin,
Bronski Beat,
The Monks,
Marcia Griffiths,
FM Einheit,
Lucky Dragons,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Angry Samoans,
Model 500,
Accadde A,
MDC,
Dark Day,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Normal,
Iggy Pop,
CMW,
Avey Tare,
Pagans,
Delta 5,
Dave Gahan,
Whodini,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.