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 Guinea and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 the Association to the crunk 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pole,
Piero Umiliani,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Buckinghams,
the Soft Cell,
Gong,
Laurel Aitken,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fuzztones,
Nils Olav,
Barbara Tucker,
Neu!,
Make Up,
R.M.O.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Bowie,
Wolf Eyes,
The Leaves,
Slave,
The Zeros,
UT,
Todd Terry,
Niagra,
Schoolly D,
The Red Krayola,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Monochrome Set,
Reuben Wilson,
Isaac Hayes,
FM Einheit,
The Monks,
Babytalk,
John Coltrane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott Heron,
Technova,
Albert Ayler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stetsasonic,
Chris Corsano,
Lalann,
The Sound,
The Cramps,
Ohio Players,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fugs,
New Age Steppers,
Chrome,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wire,
Blossom Toes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultra Naté,
CMW,
Swell Maps,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.