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 Tunisia and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Derrick Morgan to the funk 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Supertramp,
Severed Heads,
The Angels of Light,
Gichy Dan,
Stockholm Monsters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Moon,
Mad Mike,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Doors,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Bananas,
The Raincoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roger Hodgson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amon Düül II,
Intrusion,
Brass Construction,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joensuu 1685,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sarah Menescal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Black Dice,
Spoonie Gee,
Tim Buckley,
The Stooges,
Minutemen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chrome,
James Chance & The Contortions,
T. Rex,
The Walker Brothers,
The Kinks,
Bobby Womack,
Circle Jerks,
Maleditus Sound,
Moss Icon,
a-ha,
The Young Rascals,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lightning Bolt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stetsasonic,
The Monochrome Set,
Barbara Tucker,
Joe Smooth,
Main Source,
Hoover,
Moby Grape,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
In Retrospect,
David Bowie,
Shuggie Otis,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.