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 Norway and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rapeman to the jazz 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Wire,
The Associates,
Loose Ends,
Dorothy Ashby,
Steve Hackett,
The New Christs,
Pylon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mummies,
Joe Smooth,
The Misunderstood,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Starr,
The Shadows of Knight,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Easy Going,
Surgeon,
Pierre Henry,
Joey Negro,
Mo-Dettes,
Theoretical Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Erasure,
John Lydon,
Rakim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
D'Angelo,
The Doors,
Fad Gadget,
The Sound,
Jandek,
Gabor Szabo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barbara Tucker,
The Buckinghams,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sam Rivers,
Nas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Music Machine,
The Angels of Light,
the Swans,
Duran Duran,
Flipper,
James White and The Blacks,
The Standells,
Gong,
Hashim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Deakin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Liliput,
Camberwell Now,
The United States of America,
Aaron Thompson,
Chrome,
Charles Mingus,
Boredoms,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.