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 Cape Verde and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 The Monochrome Set to the rap 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Faraquet,
Public Enemy,
Von Mondo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roger Hodgson,
Angry Samoans,
Surgeon,
The Selecter,
Animal Collective,
Porter Ricks,
Cameo,
Hardrive,
The Gap Band,
Minny Pops,
Todd Terry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cowsills,
Toni Rubio,
Maleditus Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Human League,
Hot Snakes,
Lucky Dragons,
Kenny Larkin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ten City,
Iggy Pop,
Grey Daturas,
UT,
The Durutti Column,
The Wake,
Tom Boy,
JFA,
Bauhaus,
Todd Rundgren,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Move,
Sun Ra,
Pole,
Section 25,
Schoolly D,
Judy Mowatt,
Sandy B,
Simply Red,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Sherman,
Cybotron,
Idris Muhammad,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Smoke,
Maurizio,
T.S.O.L.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fortunes,
The Slackers,
The Names,
Spandau Ballet,
Man Eating Sloth,
U.S. Maple,
Gong,
Camberwell Now,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.