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 Chad and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Desert Stars to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Wolf Eyes,
T.S.O.L.,
Dorothy Ashby,
cv313,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fela Kuti,
Lakeside,
Fat Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Can,
Iggy Pop,
Buzzcocks,
Zero Boys,
K-Klass,
Excepter,
LL Cool J,
Amon Düül,
Aswad,
Tubeway Army,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Hood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
KRS-One,
Brand Nubian,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boredoms,
Talk Talk,
Cheater Slicks,
Juan Atkins,
The Smiths,
Goldenarms,
Symarip,
The Sonics,
Ponytail,
Pantaleimon,
ABC,
The Gladiators,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gories,
Ornette Coleman,
Metal Thangz,
Los Fastidios,
The Detroit Cobras,
Schoolly D,
Jeru the Damaja,
Graham Central Station,
the Soft Cell,
The Names,
The Raincoats,
The Happenings,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Davy DMX,
Shuggie Otis,
June of 44,
Minor Threat,
Grauzone,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.