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 Netherlands and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Animal Collective,
Supertramp,
Technova,
Rakim,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cramps,
X-102,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aural Exciters,
Symarip,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hardrive,
Tommy Roe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brothers Johnson,
kango's stein massive,
Zapp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Star Department,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Duran Duran,
EPMD,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Altered Images,
Country Teasers,
UT,
Lucky Dragons,
Mantronix,
Moby Grape,
Fluxion,
The Birthday Party,
Gichy Dan,
Pierre Henry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
China Crisis,
DJ Sneak,
The Dead C,
Monolake,
Silicon Teens,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Maurizio,
Brand Nubian,
Arab on Radar,
Index,
A Certain Ratio,
Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aswad,
Ossler,
Minutemen,
Half Japanese,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tim Buckley,
Ronan,
Johnny Clarke,
CMW,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.