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 Nigeria 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
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 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 Althea and Donna to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dead C,
Hot Snakes,
Wasted Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Faraquet,
Second Layer,
Bobby Womack,
Erykah Badu,
Erasure,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nirvana,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Stooges,
Archie Shepp,
Public Enemy,
Roxy Music,
Malaria!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neil Young,
the Swans,
Visage,
Quando Quango,
Minutemen,
The Dirtbombs,
The Pop Group,
Frankie Knuckles,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amon Düül,
Excepter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Mr. Review,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kayak,
Fat Boys,
Derrick May,
Crooked Eye,
Joey Negro,
Moby Grape,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Seeds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Icehouse,
Josef K,
June of 44,
Ornette Coleman,
The Motions,
Mandrill,
Gang of Four,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flipper,
Rotary Connection,
Scientists,
Scion,
Massinfluence,
Ten City,
Vladislav Delay,
The Index,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.