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 Ukraine and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 The Mojo Men to the rock 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Bad Manners,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Motions,
Dark Day,
Connie Case,
Pantaleimon,
Roger Hodgson,
The Slackers,
The Mummies,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nick Fraelich,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
kango's stein massive,
Sex Pistols,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Shuggie Otis,
Sugar Minott,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arcadia,
Traffic Nightmare,
Panda Bear,
Gang Starr,
Alphaville,
ABBA,
Spoonie Gee,
Malaria!,
Quadrant,
The Standells,
The Monks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bang On A Can,
The Gories,
Nico,
Tropical Tobacco,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Angry Samoans,
Jacques Brel,
Kurtis Blow,
One Last Wish,
Marine Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
The Techniques,
Stiv Bators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Monochrome Set,
A Certain Ratio,
the Slits,
Deadbeat,
B.T. Express,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pulsallama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Adolescents,
Symarip,
Barrington Levy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Procol Harum,
The Vogues,
Thee Headcoats,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious 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.