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 Kenya and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the rap 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
F. McDonald,
Television Personalities,
Nico,
U.S. Maple,
The Electric Prunes,
Alphaville,
Mantronix,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jawbox,
Sparks,
Unwound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric Dolphy,
Hot Snakes,
The Red Krayola,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Sheep,
Malaria!,
Schoolly D,
The Cure,
Negative Approach,
The Gladiators,
Amon Düül II,
Roy Ayers,
The Gun Club,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Knickerbockers,
Lower 48,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
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Todd Rundgren,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lalann,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Swell Maps,
Lalo Schifrin,
Howard Jones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Smiths,
These Immortal Souls,
Saccharine Trust,
The Victims,
Newcleus,
The Trojans,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric B and Rakim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eddi Front,
Rosa Yemen,
Maleditus Sound,
Pulsallama,
Dual Sessions,
Andrew Hill,
the Germs,
Au Pairs,
Sarah Menescal,
Pantaleimon,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.