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 Hungary and from Houston.
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 Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Con Funk Shun to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Das Ding,
Sly & The Family Stone,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pere Ubu,
The Moody Blues,
Supertramp,
DJ Style,
Gang Gang Dance,
Spoonie Gee,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun Ra,
Amon Düül,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Green,
Jacob Miller,
Derrick Morgan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
L. Decosne,
David Axelrod,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-101,
Ice-T,
Camberwell Now,
Stereo Dub,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Remains,
Mantronix,
Quando Quango,
Bob Dylan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nas,
Suicide,
Warsaw,
Inner City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Massinfluence,
Section 25,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Infiniti,
Delta 5,
Franke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Intrusion,
Morten Harket,
Skriet,
Junior Murvin,
Tom Boy,
Ituana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Newcleus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Livin' Joy,
The Velvet Underground,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.