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 St Lucia 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai 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 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Camouflage to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Basic Channel,
Yaz,
Sight & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang of Four,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Reuben Wilson,
New York Dolls,
The Residents,
Barrington Levy,
Chris Corsano,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Sherman,
Cal Tjader,
Los Fastidios,
Althea and Donna,
kango's stein massive,
48th St. Collective,
Amon Düül II,
Arcadia,
Scientists,
Bush Tetras,
Quando Quango,
Max Romeo,
Smog,
The American Breed,
Accadde A,
Blossom Toes,
Black Sheep,
Junior Murvin,
Fela Kuti,
Bauhaus,
Maleditus Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Yellowson,
Letta Mbulu,
Buzzcocks,
Ronan,
Mad Mike,
cv313,
Rapeman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aaron Thompson,
Pantaleimon,
Soft Cell,
PIL,
Patti Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
Byron Stingily,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Livin' Joy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Neon Judgement,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Darondo,
The Cowsills,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.