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 Mongolia and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 ABBA to the disco 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Slave,
Eden Ahbez,
New Age Steppers,
The Cramps,
Nik Kershaw,
Lebanon Hanover,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wolf Eyes,
June Days,
Spoonie Gee,
Anthony Braxton,
ABBA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tears for Fears,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Martian,
Todd Terry,
Chris Corsano,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Shuggie Otis,
Echospace,
John Holt,
Desert Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Womack,
The Evens,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funkadelic,
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Style,
Jacques Brel,
Neu!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Erykah Badu,
The Pretty Things,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Flag,
Alton Ellis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Leonard Cohen,
Hashim,
Blancmange,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Country Teasers,
a-ha,
The Fugs,
Faust,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Quantec,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Archie Shepp,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.