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 United Kingdom and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Idris Muhammad to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
The Moleskins,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gun Club,
Hasil Adkins,
Joey Negro,
Liliput,
Dennis Brown,
Erykah Badu,
Animal Collective,
Soft Cell,
John Coltrane,
Y Pants,
The Raincoats,
The Red Krayola,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Green,
The Electric Prunes,
Roxette,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric Dolphy,
The Tremeloes,
Visage,
Tres Demented,
The Young Rascals,
Donald Byrd,
Quantec,
Trumans Water,
Agitation Free,
EPMD,
The Stooges,
Loose Ends,
Aural Exciters,
Henry Cow,
Boz Scaggs,
Sex Pistols,
Fela Kuti,
The Remains,
Terry Callier,
The Blackbyrds,
Brass Construction,
Franke,
Al Stewart,
Metal Thangz,
Neu!,
DNA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
E-Dancer,
the Association,
Althea and Donna,
The Human League,
Roger Hodgson,
Sight & Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper,
Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Iggy Pop,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.