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 Bahamas and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Simply Red 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
R.M.O.,
Danielle Patucci,
the Soft Cell,
48th St. Collective,
Kerri Chandler,
Scrapy,
Popol Vuh,
Funkadelic,
Reuben Wilson,
Eli Mardock,
Sun City Girls,
Yazoo,
Dual Sessions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Names,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Max Romeo,
Tomorrow,
La Düsseldorf,
Masters at Work,
D'Angelo,
The Move,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sixth Finger,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Bananas,
Groovy Waters,
T. Rex,
Gichy Dan,
Buzzcocks,
ABC,
John Coltrane,
Wolf Eyes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Bar-Kays,
Pantaleimon,
Albert Ayler,
Black Moon,
Khruangbin,
Sound Behaviour,
The Beau Brummels,
A Certain Ratio,
Unrelated Segments,
Agitation Free,
The Happenings,
The Saints,
Deakin,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Sherman,
Yaz,
Bluetip,
Altered Images,
Zapp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
MC5,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.