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 St Lucia and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Harmonia to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
FM Einheit,
Lungfish,
Kaleidoscope,
Maleditus Sound,
Guru Guru,
Amazonics,
The Dead C,
Flipper,
ABBA,
Sandy B,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Pretty Things,
Stockholm Monsters,
Don Cherry,
Peter & Gordon,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Starr,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Swans,
The Busters,
Make Up,
Harry Pussy,
Brick,
Funkadelic,
New Order,
Boredoms,
Warsaw,
Letta Mbulu,
Animal Collective,
In Retrospect,
Graham Central Station,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Tremeloes,
The Litter,
Derrick May,
The Five Americans,
U.S. Maple,
Camberwell Now,
The Raincoats,
Throbbing Gristle,
Steve Hackett,
The Trojans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Das Ding,
Subhumans,
Babytalk,
The Fortunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New York Dolls,
Black Sheep,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cybotron,
Sam Rivers,
D'Angelo,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Von Mondo,
Brand Nubian,
Funky Four + One,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.