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 Dominican Republic and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 Kerrie Biddell to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fugs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Offenders,
Roy Ayers,
Average White Band,
Eric Copeland,
Susan Cadogan,
Can,
Al Stewart,
Silicon Teens,
Bronski Beat,
Prince Buster,
China Crisis,
Barry Ungar,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joey Negro,
Surgeon,
Newcleus,
Agent Orange,
Aural Exciters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Von Mondo,
Henry Cow,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marvin Gaye,
Echospace,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nik Kershaw,
Duran Duran,
Freddie Wadling,
Sixth Finger,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Cale,
The Modern Lovers,
the Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
Rotary Connection,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mo-Dettes,
Donald Byrd,
Radiopuhelimet,
Easy Going,
Main Source,
Groovy Waters,
Vainqueur,
Metal Thangz,
Ultimate Spinach,
L. Decosne,
Slick Rick,
Black Sheep,
Lucky Dragons,
the Human League,
the Bar-Kays,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Saints,
Loose Ends,
The Wake,
Livin' Joy,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.