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 Saudi Arabia and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Durutti Column to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Slick Rick,
Wasted Youth,
Fear,
Crooked Eye,
Half Japanese,
Section 25,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Television Personalities,
Oneida,
Avey Tare,
Marc Almond,
Groovy Waters,
The Standells,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
FM Einheit,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cymande,
Crime,
Subhumans,
Audionom,
Glenn Branca,
Harmonia,
Ultravox,
Throbbing Gristle,
Trumans Water,
Nils Olav,
Rakim,
Jeff Mills,
Judy Mowatt,
Tomorrow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David Bowie,
Juan Atkins,
The Monochrome Set,
kango's stein massive,
Donald Byrd,
Hardrive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Outsiders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flipper,
Minor Threat,
John Lydon,
MDC,
Albert Ayler,
Porter Ricks,
Joy Division,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alison Limerick,
the Sonics,
Rekid,
Faraquet,
Tubeway Army,
The Fuzztones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aaron Thompson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.