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 Korea South and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Young Marble Giants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harmonia,
Can,
The Smiths,
Blossom Toes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Main Source,
The Associates,
Mantronix,
Albert Ayler,
Slick Rick,
Nick Fraelich,
Arthur Verocai,
Gichy Dan,
Lower 48,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fire Engines,
Little Man,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Swans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pulsallama,
Stockholm Monsters,
Suicide,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Knickerbockers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kurtis Blow,
Grey Daturas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radiohead,
Average White Band,
Lalann,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dark Day,
Bootsy Collins,
The Litter,
La Düsseldorf,
U.S. Maple,
Aaron Thompson,
Das Ding,
Ornette Coleman,
Arab on Radar,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Grass Roots,
Black Flag,
the Fania All-Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ronan,
Steve Hackett,
the Normal,
Magma,
The Music Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soft Cell,
Spandau Ballet,
Sixth Finger,
Sparks,
Heaven 17,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.