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 Malaysia and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Terrestrial Tones to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Rekid,
48th St. Collective,
the Slits,
Joyce Sims,
Section 25,
Tubeway Army,
The Gun Club,
Anakelly,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
MDC,
These Immortal Souls,
DJ Sneak,
Audionom,
Sam Rivers,
Ultra Naté,
Altered Images,
Nick Fraelich,
Erykah Badu,
Scott Walker,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
L. Decosne,
Cymande,
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Almond,
Trumans Water,
John Holt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Byron Stingily,
Barrington Levy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
La Düsseldorf,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick Morgan,
Fela Kuti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Andrew Hill,
Bang On A Can,
Whodini,
Camouflage,
The Slackers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Prince Buster,
Stereo Dub,
Lakeside,
Ronan,
Lucky Dragons,
Duran Duran,
Judy Mowatt,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Toasters,
Bush Tetras,
Oblivians,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispian St. Peters,
Buzzcocks,
The Five Americans,
T. Rex,
B.T. Express,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.