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 Nicaragua and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
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 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 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 U.S. Maple to the rock 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Terrestrial Tones,
ABBA,
Animal Collective,
Minny Pops,
Sugar Minott,
Althea and Donna,
Joe Smooth,
Masters at Work,
Vladislav Delay,
Youth Brigade,
Drive Like Jehu,
DNA,
Lightning Bolt,
Brand Nubian,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
CMW,
The Cramps,
The Angels of Light,
Sam Rivers,
The Leaves,
Isaac Hayes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yazoo,
Aural Exciters,
Fear,
Junior Murvin,
Desert Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soulsonic Force,
Jacob Miller,
Moebius,
Lebanon Hanover,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rotary Connection,
Throbbing Gristle,
Subhumans,
China Crisis,
Laurel Aitken,
Organ,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Christie,
Skriet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Young Rascals,
Barbara Tucker,
Drexciya,
Harmonia,
E-Dancer,
Los Fastidios,
Ice-T,
The Mojo Men,
The Stooges,
Marcia Griffiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
10cc,
Circle Jerks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Delta 5,
Rhythm & Sound,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.