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 Samoa and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Donny Hathaway to the crunk 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Eurythmics,
Dead Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aswad,
The Trojans,
Franke,
New Age Steppers,
This Heat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nils Olav,
Fad Gadget,
The Golliwogs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neu!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joy Division,
Nick Fraelich,
Malaria!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chris & Cosey,
Matthew Bourne,
These Immortal Souls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Erasure,
Bill Wells,
Skriet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Pretty Things,
PIL,
Josef K,
Traffic Nightmare,
Reagan Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Christie,
Porter Ricks,
Soft Machine,
Erykah Badu,
Janne Schatter,
Camberwell Now,
MC5,
Average White Band,
Godley & Creme,
Kerri Chandler,
The Durutti Column,
Arab on Radar,
Television,
James White and The Blacks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Sherman,
The Doors,
Crooked Eye,
Pole,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mad Mike,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.