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 Latvia 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Bauhaus,
Joey Negro,
Supertramp,
Mars,
LL Cool J,
David Axelrod,
Schoolly D,
Deadbeat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Litter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
In Retrospect,
The Slackers,
Wally Richardson,
Rites of Spring,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wire,
Don Cherry,
JFA,
Marine Girls,
Technova,
T.S.O.L.,
Mantronix,
The Last Poets,
Amon Düül II,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dead Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
June Days,
Groovy Waters,
Moss Icon,
the Slits,
Television Personalities,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aural Exciters,
Nico,
Amazonics,
The Birthday Party,
Duran Duran,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Angels of Light,
Bluetip,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tears for Fears,
Black Moon,
Crime,
Crooked Eye,
Gastr Del Sol,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Radiohead,
Jimmy McGriff,
8 Eyed Spy,
Laurel Aitken,
K-Klass,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Neon Judgement,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.