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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cybotron to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Pere Ubu,
Agent Orange,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Human League,
The Names,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Residents,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Moon,
Sparks,
Leonard Cohen,
The Red Krayola,
The Fuzztones,
Newcleus,
Bluetip,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alton Ellis,
Harmonia,
Desert Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
Darondo,
Ronan,
Pulsallama,
Yaz,
Pylon,
Rod Modell,
Monolake,
The Associates,
JFA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Easy Going,
Sight & Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Public Enemy,
Marine Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Mad Mike,
Warsaw,
Radiohead,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Inner City,
Panda Bear,
Porter Ricks,
Massinfluence,
Erykah Badu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerri Chandler,
The Barracudas,
Unwound,
Lakeside,
Colin Newman,
Derrick Morgan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Howard Jones,
Quantec,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.