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 Cameroon and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alphaville to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Arthur Verocai,
Negative Approach,
Inner City,
The Golliwogs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Pus,
Duran Duran,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
June of 44,
Ice-T,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Christie,
Kurtis Blow,
Amon Düül II,
Laurel Aitken,
Angry Samoans,
Fat Boys,
K-Klass,
EPMD,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soft Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chrome,
Faraquet,
Mad Mike,
The Gap Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Names,
Khruangbin,
Bootsy Collins,
Ten City,
Sun Ra,
Judy Mowatt,
Jacob Miller,
Neu!,
In Retrospect,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Infiniti,
Babytalk,
Gabor Szabo,
Hasil Adkins,
Lalann,
Nik Kershaw,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Easy Going,
Connie Case,
Skaos,
The Skatalites,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marine Girls,
Arcadia,
Mission of Burma,
A Certain Ratio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tomorrow,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.