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 Mexico and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Nas to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Half Japanese,
Neil Young,
Alice Coltrane,
Morten Harket,
Scan 7,
Tres Demented,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Normal,
The Associates,
Carl Craig,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Motions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Make Up,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mandrill,
The Residents,
Sun City Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
a-ha,
Sparks,
Tubeway Army,
Trumans Water,
Davy DMX,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gories,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alphaville,
Saccharine Trust,
Iggy Pop,
World's Most,
Vladislav Delay,
John Coltrane,
Soul II Soul,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
KRS-One,
Brick,
The Angels of Light,
Sam Rivers,
Leonard Cohen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Juan Atkins,
Dual Sessions,
Andrew Hill,
Sixth Finger,
Ornette Coleman,
Amon Düül II,
Nas,
The Slackers,
Susan Cadogan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ituana,
Ponytail,
Joy Division,
Cybotron,
The Stooges,
Gichy Dan,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.