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 Senegal and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Bad Manners to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Near,
Charles Mingus,
Electric Prunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joensuu 1685,
Kool Moe Dee,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
OOIOO,
Eve St. Jones,
Television Personalities,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brass Construction,
CMW,
Mandrill,
Scan 7,
Erykah Badu,
The Toasters,
Ludus,
Oblivians,
John Holt,
Index,
The Black Dice,
Crooked Eye,
The Saints,
Colin Newman,
Liliput,
Panda Bear,
Arab on Radar,
Brand Nubian,
B.T. Express,
The Velvet Underground,
Reuben Wilson,
Altered Images,
The Sound,
DJ Style,
Anakelly,
Nico,
Babytalk,
DJ Sneak,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Sherman,
Deakin,
Intrusion,
Fluxion,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cowsills,
The Mighty Diamonds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flipper,
Make Up,
Y Pants,
The American Breed,
Organ,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Erasure,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.