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 Azerbaijan and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Supertramp to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DJ Style,
MC5,
Crime,
Newcleus,
The Mojo Men,
Freddie Wadling,
The Buckinghams,
Junior Murvin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Niagra,
Laurel Aitken,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marine Girls,
Davy DMX,
Rotary Connection,
Lyres,
Erykah Badu,
Funkadelic,
Patti Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
La Düsseldorf,
Rites of Spring,
Deadbeat,
Anakelly,
Dark Day,
Terry Callier,
DNA,
Tom Boy,
The Last Poets,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Wyatt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moss Icon,
Tim Buckley,
Rhythm & Sound,
Talk Talk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Negative Approach,
Sällskapet,
The Cure,
Schoolly D,
Byron Stingily,
Rapeman,
Josef K,
Slick Rick,
Fatback Band,
Ludus,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Henry Cow,
The Young Rascals,
Icehouse,
Alton Ellis,
10cc,
PIL,
Kas Product,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.