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 Belarus and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Kayak to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roy Ayers,
Japan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scientists,
kango's stein massive,
10cc,
Whodini,
Blossom Toes,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Stooges,
Shoche,
Trumans Water,
Delta 5,
Archie Shepp,
Blake Baxter,
Rufus Thomas,
David McCallum,
Cybotron,
cv313,
Masters at Work,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Names,
Agent Orange,
The Grass Roots,
8 Eyed Spy,
Swell Maps,
Big Daddy Kane,
Charles Mingus,
Rapeman,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Sneak,
Camouflage,
Clear Light,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Womack,
Anakelly,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cramps,
Camberwell Now,
Marc Almond,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brothers Johnson,
The Monochrome Set,
Alphaville,
Lebanon Hanover,
Slick Rick,
Adolescents,
Hasil Adkins,
The Slackers,
Soulsonic Force,
The Kinks,
Magma,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dirtbombs,
Chrome,
The Velvet Underground,
Excepter,
Sugar Minott,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.