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 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Robert Palmer 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 Royal Trux to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stetsasonic,
Scratch Acid,
Eric Copeland,
KRS-One,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fear,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mighty Diamonds,
June Days,
Juan Atkins,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dead C,
Ice-T,
The Tremeloes,
Hoover,
Joyce Sims,
The Moody Blues,
The Misunderstood,
MC5,
Quadrant,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Leaves,
Swans,
Flipper,
DJ Sneak,
Dave Gahan,
L. Decosne,
Rekid,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amazonics,
The Names,
Derrick Morgan,
Man Parrish,
Excepter,
Reagan Youth,
Supertramp,
Television,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wasted Youth,
the Slits,
Dawn Penn,
Arthur Verocai,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lindisfarne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yazoo,
Vladislav Delay,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chrome,
The Smiths,
Goldenarms,
Stereo Dub,
Neil Young,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Görl,
The Cure,
Pet Shop Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.