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 Barbados and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the funk 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Alton Ellis,
the Association,
Sister Nancy,
Nirvana,
The Pretty Things,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thompson Twins,
Donny Hathaway,
Adolescents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
T. Rex,
Kas Product,
Barry Ungar,
Althea and Donna,
The Modern Lovers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pantytec,
Boredoms,
Erykah Badu,
The Angels of Light,
Dark Day,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pylon,
Eli Mardock,
Girls At Our Best!,
Toni Rubio,
These Immortal Souls,
Ornette Coleman,
The American Breed,
Kaleidoscope,
The Real Kids,
Eddi Front,
Dual Sessions,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Foxx,
Bang On A Can,
The Motions,
DNA,
Radiohead,
Fluxion,
Sonic Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ken Boothe,
Inner City,
The Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Outsiders,
Curtis Mayfield,
Charles Mingus,
The Techniques,
The Busters,
John Cale,
Main Source,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quantec,
Mantronix,
AZ,
Scion,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.