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 Barbados and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Connie Case to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
The Techniques,
Skriet,
Inner City,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Japan,
Roger Hodgson,
Lucky Dragons,
Adolescents,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Desert Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gun Club,
Harmonia,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Niagra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
James White and The Blacks,
Yazoo,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Byrd,
UT,
Black Sheep,
Boogie Down Productions,
The American Breed,
Dorothy Ashby,
Spoonie Gee,
Roy Ayers,
The Doors,
Guru Guru,
Donny Hathaway,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Associates,
Iggy Pop,
Brass Construction,
Colin Newman,
Pierre Henry,
Cybotron,
The Happenings,
JFA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neu!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Shadows of Knight,
B.T. Express,
Tubeway Army,
Deadbeat,
Nirvana,
The Blues Magoos,
the Bar-Kays,
8 Eyed Spy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ponytail,
Joyce Sims,
The Remains,
Newcleus,
The Fire Engines,
Reuben Wilson,
Icehouse,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.