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 Suriname 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Excepter to the rock 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Brand Nubian,
Faust,
Make Up,
Soul II Soul,
The Gories,
Spoonie Gee,
Roy Ayers,
Joy Division,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tim Buckley,
Rakim,
Minutemen,
H. Thieme,
Moby Grape,
cv313,
Brass Construction,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Maurizio,
Letta Mbulu,
AZ,
The Music Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Zapp,
Kayak,
Nas,
The Index,
Ronan,
Neil Young,
Scientists,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter & Gordon,
Howard Jones,
David Axelrod,
Carl Craig,
Lou Christie,
Yazoo,
The Invisible,
The New Christs,
Fear,
Ludus,
The Smoke,
Moss Icon,
Spandau Ballet,
Mantronix,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dawn Penn,
Sparks,
Q65,
Neu!,
X-101,
Slave,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amon Düül,
Main Source,
Fluxion,
Harry Pussy,
Scratch Acid,
Young Marble Giants,
The Vogues,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.