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 Djibouti and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Newcleus to the jazz 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Brick,
Tubeway Army,
Todd Rundgren,
The Moody Blues,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Busters,
Scientists,
F. McDonald,
June Days,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Intrusion,
Nirvana,
The Human League,
H. Thieme,
The Cure,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ituana,
The Last Poets,
Pulsallama,
cv313,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Urselle,
Second Layer,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scion,
The Golliwogs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Frankie Knuckles,
Freddie Wadling,
Be Bop Deluxe,
PIL,
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Halsall,
Theoretical Girls,
Roxy Music,
Michelle Simonal,
Adolescents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mantronix,
The Real Kids,
Charles Mingus,
Zapp,
Thee Headcoats,
Wire,
Jacob Miller,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sandy B,
Junior Murvin,
Ten City,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pierre Henry,
Public Enemy,
Pylon,
Ronan,
Tom Boy,
DNA,
Nas,
Fugazi,
Peter & Gordon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.