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 Samoa and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
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 oboe 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 Rod Modell to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tim Buckley,
Swell Maps,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scientists,
Sun Ra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Malaria!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Minnie Riperton,
David Bowie,
Technova,
Mantronix,
Gang of Four,
The Walker Brothers,
The Star Department,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Absolute Body Control,
Skarface,
Charles Mingus,
The Fuzztones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Youth Brigade,
Gichy Dan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Evens,
Pharoah Sanders,
Man Parrish,
the Germs,
Aural Exciters,
Ornette Coleman,
Funky Four + One,
The Cowsills,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harmonia,
Whodini,
The Move,
kango's stein massive,
Half Japanese,
Audionom,
Lindisfarne,
This Heat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Smiths,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Wake,
Matthew Bourne,
Echospace,
Zero Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tommy Roe,
The Neon Judgement,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Franke,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.