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 Rwanda and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Trojans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dirtbombs,
Symarip,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Beau Brummels,
Tim Buckley,
Kerrie Biddell,
Don Cherry,
Livin' Joy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Danielle Patucci,
Thompson Twins,
Lower 48,
The Toasters,
The Move,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Derrick Morgan,
Hasil Adkins,
Mission of Burma,
Con Funk Shun,
10cc,
Roy Ayers,
Sixth Finger,
Underground Resistance,
John Cale,
Angry Samoans,
Ice-T,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Red Krayola,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dark Day,
James White and The Blacks,
Talk Talk,
DJ Sneak,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
China Crisis,
Rapeman,
Drexciya,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minnie Riperton,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stereo Dub,
Gastr Del Sol,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
In Retrospect,
ABBA,
Q65,
The Smiths,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tomorrow,
World's Most,
Suicide,
Theoretical Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.