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 Kitts & Nevis and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Outsiders to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Fatback Band,
Dark Day,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The American Breed,
Juan Atkins,
Angry Samoans,
John Foxx,
Eddi Front,
The Standells,
Adolescents,
Altered Images,
The Count Five,
Joensuu 1685,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roy Ayers,
Supertramp,
Parry Music,
Kurtis Blow,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-102,
The Searchers,
Das Ding,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Toasters,
Sex Pistols,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Janne Schatter,
Masters at Work,
The Blackbyrds,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mummies,
DNA,
Hardrive,
Joe Smooth,
Spandau Ballet,
Minnie Riperton,
The Victims,
Electric Prunes,
Albert Ayler,
Lyres,
Bad Manners,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Bananas,
Deepchord,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Silicon Teens,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wasted Youth,
The Gladiators,
Fela Kuti,
Cymande,
Alton Ellis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radio Birdman,
48th St. Collective,
Banda Bassotti,
Cluster,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.