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 Maldives and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Chrome to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Cymande,
Thompson Twins,
ABBA,
Masters at Work,
The Blues Magoos,
Youth Brigade,
Janne Schatter,
Visage,
Average White Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Flipper,
Bob Dylan,
The Offenders,
The Standells,
Smog,
Mo-Dettes,
The New Christs,
The Victims,
Motorama,
The Monks,
The Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Lalann,
Soul II Soul,
D'Angelo,
Kenny Larkin,
Radiohead,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lightning Bolt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sex Pistols,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dirtbombs,
Urselle,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Count Five,
Lower 48,
Quando Quango,
Agent Orange,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Görl,
Jacques Brel,
The United States of America,
F. McDonald,
Ken Boothe,
Pylon,
Scion,
Alison Limerick,
Brick,
Scan 7,
The Last Poets,
Ice-T,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Shuggie Otis,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blackbyrds,
Alice Coltrane,
The Grass Roots,
Marvin Gaye,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.