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 Croatia and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Mo-Dettes to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Faust,
The Remains,
Radio Birdman,
Dark Day,
The Happenings,
Scratch Acid,
Sight & Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Visage,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Bar-Kays,
Eden Ahbez,
Livin' Joy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Derrick Morgan,
Ten City,
John Cale,
Absolute Body Control,
Delta 5,
Panda Bear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scan 7,
Howard Jones,
China Crisis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed,
Fad Gadget,
Funkadelic,
Josef K,
Brand Nubian,
Gong,
the Sonics,
The Stooges,
The Leaves,
June of 44,
Joyce Sims,
Godley & Creme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chris Corsano,
The Evens,
Young Marble Giants,
Stiv Bators,
Lower 48,
Michelle Simonal,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marmalade,
LL Cool J,
Brothers Johnson,
The Human League,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doors,
Peter and Kerry,
Tom Boy,
Morten Harket,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantytec,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.