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 United Kingdom and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 H. Thieme to the grunge 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Real Kids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lower 48,
Oneida,
LL Cool J,
Negative Approach,
The Moleskins,
Eurythmics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
U.S. Maple,
The Selecter,
Ludus,
the Fania All-Stars,
New York Dolls,
Faust,
Sixth Finger,
Monks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Zeros,
Wolf Eyes,
Iggy Pop,
John Cale,
Quantec,
Marvin Gaye,
Tears for Fears,
T. Rex,
One Last Wish,
Q and Not U,
CMW,
EPMD,
Crash Course in Science,
Pylon,
Little Man,
Stockholm Monsters,
Byron Stingily,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fat Boys,
Mantronix,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ornette Coleman,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boz Scaggs,
Franke,
Pierre Henry,
Yaz,
Vainqueur,
Qualms,
Dave Gahan,
Lindisfarne,
Bad Manners,
Angry Samoans,
Jacob Miller,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Seeds,
Derrick May,
Wire,
Chris & Cosey,
Minnie Riperton,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.