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 Tajikistan and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the electroclash 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Carl Craig,
Section 25,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Doobie Brothers,
Supertramp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ossler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Saints,
Skarface,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New Order,
Ultra Naté,
Spoonie Gee,
Toni Rubio,
The Move,
Kas Product,
Black Sheep,
The Techniques,
Blancmange,
Procol Harum,
Lalann,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Count Five,
Inner City,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lightning Bolt,
Fad Gadget,
Joyce Sims,
The Golliwogs,
The Names,
The Grass Roots,
Faraquet,
Davy DMX,
Anakelly,
Sarah Menescal,
The Evens,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eli Mardock,
Charles Mingus,
Ornette Coleman,
Oblivians,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Isaac Hayes,
The Real Kids,
Electric Prunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sparks,
Yaz,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Victims,
Black Bananas,
Deepchord,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alison Limerick,
Essential Logic,
Schoolly D,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.