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 Tanzania and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Cure to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gories,
Roger Hodgson,
JFA,
Deakin,
Man Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
B.T. Express,
Peter & Gordon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brothers Johnson,
Monks,
Outsiders,
Bill Wells,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Funkadelic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brand Nubian,
Pulsallama,
Soft Machine,
Gang Starr,
Lou Christie,
Stetsasonic,
Heaven 17,
The Leaves,
Pere Ubu,
The Last Poets,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minny Pops,
The Happenings,
Icehouse,
Jerry's Kids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vladislav Delay,
Barbara Tucker,
Gregory Isaacs,
In Retrospect,
Infiniti,
Underground Resistance,
Arab on Radar,
Crime,
Quando Quango,
The Shadows of Knight,
Morten Harket,
Cluster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fear,
The Names,
The Fuzztones,
Quantec,
Echospace,
Wasted Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
The Red Krayola,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Suicide,
Severed Heads,
Can,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.