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 Poland 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Fugazi to the jazz 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Nirvana,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Doors,
Ken Boothe,
ABBA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soul II Soul,
Funky Four + One,
Matthew Bourne,
Steve Hackett,
Terry Callier,
Crispy Ambulance,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Cale,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Detroit Cobras,
UT,
Ossler,
The Evens,
Howard Jones,
Tears for Fears,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Warren Ellis,
Brand Nubian,
Symarip,
Japan,
The Angels of Light,
Flipper,
Donald Byrd,
The Smiths,
The Tremeloes,
Audionom,
Maleditus Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
a-ha,
Aural Exciters,
Q and Not U,
Trumans Water,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dawn Penn,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wally Richardson,
Popol Vuh,
Lucky Dragons,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Byrd,
Babytalk,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Index,
Y Pants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moby Grape,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hoover,
Cybotron,
Cecil Taylor,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.