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 Ecuador 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
The Cowsills,
Sugar Minott,
Darondo,
The Standells,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Womack,
Brand Nubian,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Talk Talk,
Brass Construction,
U.S. Maple,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Althea and Donna,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tres Demented,
K-Klass,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Schoolly D,
Con Funk Shun,
Donald Byrd,
The Beau Brummels,
David Bowie,
Rod Modell,
Ituana,
Andrew Hill,
Charles Mingus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flamin' Groovies,
E-Dancer,
The Pretty Things,
The New Christs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gories,
Sarah Menescal,
Mr. Review,
Simply Red,
Silicon Teens,
Warren Ellis,
Organ,
The Index,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stiv Bators,
The Selecter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Electric Prunes,
Eden Ahbez,
PIL,
The Kinks,
Juan Atkins,
The Fortunes,
Boredoms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The American Breed,
Bauhaus,
JFA,
Animal Collective,
Qualms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.