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 Estonia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Human League to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roy Ayers,
Brass Construction,
Peter & Gordon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric B and Rakim,
PIL,
The Misunderstood,
Joe Smooth,
OOIOO,
Buzzcocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronnie Foster,
Fela Kuti,
Hoover,
Livin' Joy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Heaven 17,
Gang Starr,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ornette Coleman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Johnny Clarke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Skatalites,
Royal Trux,
The Toasters,
Eden Ahbez,
Soul II Soul,
Cheater Slicks,
Au Pairs,
Janne Schatter,
The Slits,
Crooked Eye,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Procol Harum,
Sister Nancy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Funky Four + One,
Hardrive,
The Litter,
Eve St. Jones,
Fugazi,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
B.T. Express,
Sex Pistols,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mandrill,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Japan,
Easy Going,
Chrome,
The Barracudas,
Rites of Spring,
Bill Wells,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.