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 Congo and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Holger Czukay 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 Television to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Funkadelic,
E-Dancer,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tommy Roe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Germs,
Yusef Lateef,
A Certain Ratio,
Leonard Cohen,
The United States of America,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gun Club,
Josef K,
Mark Hollis,
Echospace,
Index,
Kayak,
Sugar Minott,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Shuggie Otis,
Oneida,
John Foxx,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mandrill,
Nico,
the Soft Cell,
Thee Headcoats,
Pagans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Das Ding,
Eric Copeland,
The Slits,
FM Einheit,
The Skatalites,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sixth Finger,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Godley & Creme,
Faust,
Aural Exciters,
Zero Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Cheater Slicks,
Lindisfarne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skarface,
Maurizio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blake Baxter,
Guru Guru,
Quadrant,
Magazine,
The Selecter,
Jacques Brel,
The Fire Engines,
Nas,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.