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 Madagascar and from Bremen.
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 Manila and Taipei.
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 arpeggiator 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 Nik Kershaw to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Junior Murvin,
Neil Young,
Masters at Work,
FM Einheit,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Electric Prunes,
Yaz,
Gang Starr,
Slave,
The Monochrome Set,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wasted Youth,
Hoover,
10cc,
Skriet,
Black Pus,
Buzzcocks,
The Raincoats,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Max Romeo,
The Gun Club,
Charles Mingus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Delta 5,
Yazoo,
Eddi Front,
Dennis Brown,
Dead Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Urselle,
Toni Rubio,
The Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Derrick May,
James White and The Blacks,
Wolf Eyes,
These Immortal Souls,
Joensuu 1685,
Gichy Dan,
Zapp,
Trumans Water,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harry Pussy,
Kenny Larkin,
JFA,
U.S. Maple,
Yellowson,
Gang Green,
Sound Behaviour,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fad Gadget,
Soft Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.