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 Azerbaijan and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mighty Diamonds to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Iggy Pop,
Adolescents,
These Immortal Souls,
Audionom,
Drexciya,
Essential Logic,
Unrelated Segments,
Pet Shop Boys,
Zero Boys,
Eurythmics,
Livin' Joy,
Steve Hackett,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun Ra,
Judy Mowatt,
Prince Buster,
Excepter,
Derrick Morgan,
Neu!,
The Gun Club,
Eric Copeland,
Mr. Review,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harmonia,
Arcadia,
Boogie Down Productions,
a-ha,
Eden Ahbez,
Harry Pussy,
Brass Construction,
Sight & Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Index,
The Sonics,
Alton Ellis,
Ponytail,
Crooked Eye,
ABC,
The Associates,
Yellowson,
One Last Wish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dark Day,
Model 500,
Camouflage,
Scion,
Metal Thangz,
Stiv Bators,
Dawn Penn,
The J.B.'s,
OOIOO,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oneida,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.