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 Solomon Islands and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Q65 to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Stetsasonic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Selecter,
Nas,
The Cure,
Bob Dylan,
T.S.O.L.,
Deakin,
Isaac Hayes,
Symarip,
Arab on Radar,
Duran Duran,
Iggy Pop,
Carl Craig,
Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Invisible,
The Grass Roots,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pulsallama,
The Star Department,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ronnie Foster,
FM Einheit,
The American Breed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
DNA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Glambeats Corp.,
June of 44,
The New Christs,
Guru Guru,
Idris Muhammad,
Anthony Braxton,
Bizarre Inc.,
Josef K,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-102,
Godley & Creme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Qualms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Howard Jones,
Whodini,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crime,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gladiators,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rotary Connection,
Bill Wells,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-101,
Make Up,
Livin' Joy,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.