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 Nigeria and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mighty Diamonds to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Japan,
Saccharine Trust,
Intrusion,
Patti Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ohio Players,
Sarah Menescal,
Yaz,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Isaac Hayes,
Althea and Donna,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott Heron,
Motorama,
Gong,
Marshall Jefferson,
Glenn Branca,
Newcleus,
Infiniti,
The Vogues,
Inner City,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Agent Orange,
Maurizio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Average White Band,
Fatback Band,
LL Cool J,
Heaven 17,
Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Prince Buster,
Smog,
Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Bar-Kays,
Tom Boy,
Donald Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
Fugazi,
Ossler,
Pierre Henry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vainqueur,
Eddi Front,
Kenny Larkin,
The Victims,
Roger Hodgson,
Eli Mardock,
Bronski Beat,
Graham Central Station,
The Pop Group,
Mr. Review,
Steve Hackett,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.