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 Swaziland and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scott Walker to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith 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?
Judy Mowatt,
Dual Sessions,
Lightning Bolt,
The Monks,
Mandrill,
Neu!,
The Searchers,
Alton Ellis,
Talk Talk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Slackers,
The Gladiators,
Skaos,
Maurizio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Matthew Bourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nick Fraelich,
Tomorrow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Infiniti,
Joyce Sims,
The Music Machine,
Kayak,
The Red Krayola,
Nico,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Essential Logic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brass Construction,
Gang Starr,
Inner City,
The Smiths,
Bobby Byrd,
The Human League,
Ossler,
Charles Mingus,
Spoonie Gee,
Stereo Dub,
The Vogues,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Flag,
John Holt,
Bang On A Can,
Yellowson,
Kaleidoscope,
Sight & Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Slick Rick,
Lungfish,
Crispian St. Peters,
June Days,
Flash Fearless,
Alphaville,
The Raincoats,
Marc Almond,
The Fortunes,
John Cale,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.