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 Brazil and from Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Magazine 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scott Walker,
The Five Americans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moby Grape,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Todd Terry,
The Kinks,
The Moody Blues,
Al Stewart,
Cecil Taylor,
Subhumans,
Deadbeat,
Robert Wyatt,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Womack,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wolf Eyes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shoche,
Soul II Soul,
Alice Coltrane,
The Offenders,
Cheater Slicks,
The Smiths,
Gang of Four,
Nik Kershaw,
Con Funk Shun,
K-Klass,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sparks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Anakelly,
Magma,
Erasure,
Crispy Ambulance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Derrick May,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Byrd,
PIL,
The Leaves,
Warsaw,
the Normal,
Donny Hathaway,
Letta Mbulu,
Soft Cell,
Can,
The Monochrome Set,
Procol Harum,
Peter & Gordon,
MDC,
The Techniques,
Organ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pulsallama,
Ponytail,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.