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 Equatorial Guinea and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Public Image Ltd. to the disco 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Eli Mardock,
Dawn Penn,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minor Threat,
Hoover,
The Wake,
Von Mondo,
FM Einheit,
MC5,
Excepter,
the Association,
Roger Hodgson,
The Evens,
Audionom,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Tremeloes,
Television Personalities,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The J.B.'s,
Frankie Knuckles,
In Retrospect,
The Searchers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lower 48,
Mo-Dettes,
The Offenders,
Negative Approach,
Sun City Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soft Machine,
Qualms,
Camberwell Now,
Marmalade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joe Finger,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Delon & Dalcan,
Magma,
Animal Collective,
Kayak,
Oneida,
PIL,
Harpers Bizarre,
Urselle,
Black Flag,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wings,
Fela Kuti,
Blossom Toes,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rakim,
Roy Ayers,
The Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cameo,
Eric B and Rakim,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.