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 Sudan and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Joyce Sims to the punk 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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sexual Harrassment,
Public Image Ltd.,
Whodini,
Hardrive,
The Five Americans,
Delta 5,
The Durutti Column,
The New Christs,
The Dead C,
Gong,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ohio Players,
Fatback Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sällskapet,
The Angels of Light,
Animal Collective,
Moby Grape,
Ituana,
Tomorrow,
Crime,
Lou Christie,
The Zeros,
Monolake,
Archie Shepp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Misunderstood,
Suburban Knight,
Don Cherry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Throbbing Gristle,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aloha Tigers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed,
Robert Hood,
the Human League,
Ornette Coleman,
The Red Krayola,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blake Baxter,
The Leaves,
Marcia Griffiths,
Surgeon,
Negative Approach,
Isaac Hayes,
Hashim,
Godley & Creme,
Panda Bear,
Peter and Kerry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eve St. Jones,
A Certain Ratio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dead Boys,
Rites of Spring,
EPMD,
Cymande,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Japan,
the Sonics,
Bluetip,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.