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 Nepal 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pantaleimon to the rap 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Suburban Knight,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Remains,
Sällskapet,
Royal Trux,
Spandau Ballet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Blues Magoos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cameo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Altered Images,
Von Mondo,
The Mojo Men,
Circle Jerks,
The Red Krayola,
Anakelly,
Alton Ellis,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare,
Ornette Coleman,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dirtbombs,
Lalo Schifrin,
CMW,
MC5,
Slave,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Althea and Donna,
Average White Band,
Arthur Verocai,
The Names,
kango's stein massive,
Unrelated Segments,
Can,
Curtis Mayfield,
New York Dolls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Skatalites,
Lower 48,
Man Eating Sloth,
Accadde A,
Sandy B,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Star Department,
Ituana,
Todd Rundgren,
Organ,
The Fire Engines,
The Victims,
Barrington Levy,
Eurythmics,
The American Breed,
Brass Construction,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rotary Connection,
Juan Atkins,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.