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 Argentina and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Bush Tetras to the grime 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Kool Moe Dee,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wings,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dark Day,
Slick Rick,
Tubeway Army,
Von Mondo,
Gichy Dan,
World's Most,
Gong,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Heaven 17,
Qualms,
The Moleskins,
Minutemen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arcadia,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sex Pistols,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Associates,
Deadbeat,
Lucky Dragons,
Nas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Accadde A,
The Victims,
Marc Almond,
Sparks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tommy Roe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Byron Stingily,
The Fuzztones,
Au Pairs,
June Days,
Idris Muhammad,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chris Corsano,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Morten Harket,
The Gories,
Radio Birdman,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Isaac Hayes,
Toni Rubio,
Ultra Naté,
Saccharine Trust,
E-Dancer,
Scott Walker,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New Age Steppers,
Fugazi,
Anakelly,
Ultravox,
Desert Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Lungfish,
Agitation Free,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.