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 Oman and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Procol Harum to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Almond,
Janne Schatter,
Ice-T,
Lalann,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Electric Prunes,
Y Pants,
The Angels of Light,
Television Personalities,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grauzone,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skaos,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Human League,
Nico,
Pylon,
Althea and Donna,
Blancmange,
Stiv Bators,
Depeche Mode,
Brick,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slackers,
Ornette Coleman,
Scan 7,
The Grass Roots,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Funky Four + One,
Isaac Hayes,
Maurizio,
The Star Department,
Swans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Byrd,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crash Course in Science,
Main Source,
Al Stewart,
Fat Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
In Retrospect,
The Fire Engines,
Mark Hollis,
The Gap Band,
The Cramps,
Rakim,
Bob Dylan,
Mad Mike,
Mars,
Joe Smooth,
The Music Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gong,
Arab on Radar,
Liliput,
Godley & Creme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dead C,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.