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 Brunei and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Angels of Light to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Scan 7,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Janne Schatter,
Goldenarms,
Saccharine Trust,
Swans,
Animal Collective,
Cybotron,
Accadde A,
Desert Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Sonics,
The Move,
Whodini,
Pere Ubu,
Trumans Water,
Judy Mowatt,
Kayak,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Lydon,
Bauhaus,
The Zeros,
Hasil Adkins,
Aural Exciters,
Spoonie Gee,
The Doors,
Morten Harket,
La Düsseldorf,
Lalo Schifrin,
Television Personalities,
The Barracudas,
Sarah Menescal,
Section 25,
This Heat,
Procol Harum,
Chris Corsano,
The Slits,
Ice-T,
The Fuzztones,
Colin Newman,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric Dolphy,
The Trojans,
Gang of Four,
The Moleskins,
Mantronix,
DJ Style,
Heaven 17,
Bob Dylan,
Siglo XX,
LL Cool J,
The Monochrome Set,
Dawn Penn,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flipper,
Japan,
New Age Steppers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.