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 Nigeria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
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 clarinet 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 Buckinghams to the grunge 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Cybotron,
The Mojo Men,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Trumans Water,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Swans,
Buzzcocks,
Lalann,
DJ Sneak,
The Vogues,
ABC,
Ossler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
CMW,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bang On A Can,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fuzztones,
Marine Girls,
Motorama,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cymande,
Dennis Brown,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pylon,
Ludus,
L. Decosne,
Lightning Bolt,
The Birthday Party,
Grauzone,
Tommy Roe,
U.S. Maple,
Jeff Mills,
The Dirtbombs,
Oneida,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Model 500,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Intrusion,
X-101,
Ice-T,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Foxx,
Idris Muhammad,
KRS-One,
David Axelrod,
Ultravox,
Average White Band,
Stiv Bators,
The Busters,
Pussy Galore,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Outsiders,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.