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 Cuba and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Evens to the disco 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Flipper,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Erykah Badu,
Second Layer,
John Lydon,
The Moody Blues,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tom Boy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kerrie Biddell,
The United States of America,
Robert Görl,
Joey Negro,
Circle Jerks,
Deepchord,
Quantec,
Mark Hollis,
Surgeon,
The Five Americans,
The Dirtbombs,
Mars,
Blossom Toes,
The Tremeloes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Symarip,
The Moleskins,
John Coltrane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Maurizio,
Japan,
Lakeside,
PIL,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Angry Samoans,
Eddi Front,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Desert Stars,
Black Bananas,
Amon Düül,
Jacob Miller,
The Cowsills,
Dark Day,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ohio Players,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mojo Men,
Sixth Finger,
Jacques Brel,
Pantytec,
Chrome,
Qualms,
These Immortal Souls,
Scrapy,
The Young Rascals,
Faraquet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang of Four,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.