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 Suriname and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the funk 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lucky Dragons,
Yazoo,
Boredoms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fat Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Sonic Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Franke,
Main Source,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wings,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gichy Dan,
June of 44,
The Buckinghams,
Blancmange,
The Star Department,
Jimmy McGriff,
Idris Muhammad,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mantronix,
Max Romeo,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fortunes,
The Young Rascals,
Lakeside,
Magma,
Kayak,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thompson Twins,
One Last Wish,
ABC,
The Birthday Party,
Soul II Soul,
Colin Newman,
Bang On A Can,
Can,
New Order,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crooked Eye,
Half Japanese,
Alison Limerick,
The Gap Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Sparks,
Drexciya,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harmonia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Pop Group,
The Toasters,
Liliput,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barrington Levy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sound Behaviour,
Juan Atkins,
Yusef Lateef,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.