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 Niger 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wings to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Motorama,
Charles Mingus,
The Vogues,
The Trojans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultravox,
Joey Negro,
Rosa Yemen,
Sonic Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Crooked Eye,
Amazonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fortunes,
Slave,
Arab on Radar,
Kenny Larkin,
Derrick Morgan,
Scientists,
Gang of Four,
Bronski Beat,
Anakelly,
Clear Light,
Robert Görl,
Qualms,
Pagans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Basic Channel,
Malaria!,
New York Dolls,
The American Breed,
PIL,
Boz Scaggs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Interpol,
The Red Krayola,
Moebius,
Yazoo,
Saccharine Trust,
Mars,
Television,
Aaron Thompson,
Faust,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Germs,
Connie Case,
Rites of Spring,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Pus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Doors,
The Zeros,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.