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 Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Derrick May to the funk 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cymande,
Jawbox,
Marmalade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-102,
Motorama,
Robert Wyatt,
Arcadia,
The Human League,
Lightning Bolt,
Radiohead,
Skriet,
Pet Shop Boys,
F. McDonald,
Johnny Clarke,
Basic Channel,
Sugar Minott,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thee Headcoats,
Kenny Larkin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Normal,
Goldenarms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Electric Prunes,
June of 44,
Whodini,
The Evens,
Erasure,
Prince Buster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crime,
Robert Görl,
Pylon,
Eddi Front,
Black Moon,
The Gap Band,
Harmonia,
John Cale,
Fear,
Mr. Review,
World's Most,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Metal Thangz,
Agent Orange,
FM Einheit,
Spandau Ballet,
Ituana,
The Associates,
Y Pants,
E-Dancer,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.