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 Nauru and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Bauhaus to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Howard Jones,
Young Marble Giants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Black Dice,
A Certain Ratio,
Moby Grape,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amazonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter and Kerry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Finger,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fire Engines,
the Germs,
Connie Case,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Soft Cell,
The Sonics,
Loose Ends,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Golliwogs,
The Cowsills,
Maurizio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pussy Galore,
Agent Orange,
Intrusion,
The Blackbyrds,
Alison Limerick,
Mo-Dettes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grauzone,
Duran Duran,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Birthday Party,
Fad Gadget,
Funky Four + One,
The Moody Blues,
Joe Smooth,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Star Department,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Max Romeo,
Brand Nubian,
Sam Rivers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Wake,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric Dolphy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
MDC,
Audionom,
Mantronix,
Moss Icon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sugar Minott,
Sonic Youth,
Procol Harum,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.