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 Luxembourg and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 The Skatalites to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Country Teasers,
Sam Rivers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Wells,
Cameo,
Gabor Szabo,
T.S.O.L.,
The Slits,
The Vogues,
The Seeds,
Sparks,
This Heat,
Nirvana,
Peter & Gordon,
Agitation Free,
Mark Hollis,
Quando Quango,
The Black Dice,
Au Pairs,
Japan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Last Poets,
Gang Green,
Von Mondo,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Selecter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yaz,
Rapeman,
Electric Prunes,
Joe Smooth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sarah Menescal,
H. Thieme,
the Association,
Man Eating Sloth,
Iggy Pop,
Andrew Hill,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arab on Radar,
John Lydon,
Lower 48,
Masters at Work,
The Doobie Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
Silicon Teens,
Chris & Cosey,
Cal Tjader,
Grauzone,
Livin' Joy,
Moby Grape,
Chrome,
Oblivians,
Radio Birdman,
The Monks,
Marine Girls,
Pere Ubu,
D'Angelo,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.