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 Greece and from New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Happenings to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Susan Cadogan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Charles Mingus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Siglo XX,
Anthony Braxton,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fad Gadget,
Simply Red,
The Residents,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chrome,
Silicon Teens,
ABBA,
Crash Course in Science,
Deadbeat,
Letta Mbulu,
Derrick May,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thee Headcoats,
Groovy Waters,
The Gap Band,
Franke,
Rotary Connection,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bad Manners,
Harry Pussy,
Erasure,
Deakin,
Echospace,
Amon Düül,
Sun City Girls,
Barry Ungar,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tubeway Army,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
R.M.O.,
Ten City,
The Fall,
The Fugs,
Suicide,
Sugar Minott,
Hasil Adkins,
the Swans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mr. Review,
Neu!,
Porter Ricks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
Wasted Youth,
The Monks,
The Martian,
Kaleidoscope,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.