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 Iceland and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Mars to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Banda Bassotti,
Siglo XX,
The Neon Judgement,
Camouflage,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ken Boothe,
The Selecter,
Cal Tjader,
Ronan,
Main Source,
Oneida,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Parry Music,
Black Sheep,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Faraquet,
Charles Mingus,
The Pretty Things,
Pharoah Sanders,
Reagan Youth,
Dark Day,
Subhumans,
Pulsallama,
Lalann,
Ornette Coleman,
Rakim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Womack,
Country Teasers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moebius,
Fat Boys,
The Litter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skaos,
Marine Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bob Dylan,
Spoonie Gee,
Todd Terry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Birthday Party,
Brothers Johnson,
T.S.O.L.,
Godley & Creme,
ABC,
DJ Sneak,
Deepchord,
Amon Düül,
Talk Talk,
Liliput,
Oblivians,
Sight & Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Au Pairs,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.