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 Sri Lanka and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Soul II Soul to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Electric Prunes,
Quantec,
Nas,
Cymande,
The Motions,
Juan Atkins,
Sun Ra,
Theoretical Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
KRS-One,
The Skatalites,
Basic Channel,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Babytalk,
The Fire Engines,
John Cale,
Freddie Wadling,
Delon & Dalcan,
Erykah Badu,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Görl,
Hashim,
The Vogues,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
World's Most,
Lightning Bolt,
The Golliwogs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Man Parrish,
The Neon Judgement,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Moon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mr. Review,
cv313,
Groovy Waters,
Icehouse,
Funky Four + One,
Section 25,
Fugazi,
The Zeros,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Barracudas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Negative Approach,
R.M.O.,
Cybotron,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Urselle,
Suicide,
Tears for Fears,
Gong,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.