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 Iraq and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Jeff Mills to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Wasted Youth,
Graham Central Station,
The Toasters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joy Division,
Thompson Twins,
Depeche Mode,
The Standells,
Khruangbin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deepchord,
Jacob Miller,
The Music Machine,
Harmonia,
Glenn Branca,
Severed Heads,
Vainqueur,
Anthony Braxton,
Ken Boothe,
Infiniti,
Roger Hodgson,
Skriet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marvin Gaye,
Metal Thangz,
Gichy Dan,
The Slits,
Steve Hackett,
Hashim,
the Normal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scrapy,
Todd Rundgren,
the Bar-Kays,
Dennis Brown,
Maurizio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Leaves,
The Motions,
Spoonie Gee,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Certain Ratio,
Brothers Johnson,
Quadrant,
The Doors,
Minor Threat,
The Trojans,
Marmalade,
Derrick May,
Roxette,
Eurythmics,
Cybotron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chris & Cosey,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.