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 Laos and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dark Day to the electroclash 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Skriet,
OOIOO,
Derrick May,
Piero Umiliani,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter and Kerry,
Slick Rick,
Swans,
James White and The Blacks,
The Pretty Things,
Monolake,
Buzzcocks,
Visage,
Wings,
Lightning Bolt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerrie Biddell,
The J.B.'s,
Ice-T,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Y Pants,
T. Rex,
Max Romeo,
The Five Americans,
Hardrive,
U.S. Maple,
Thee Headcoats,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sonics,
Scrapy,
Alison Limerick,
The Music Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Masters at Work,
The Motions,
The Martian,
Prince Buster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Alarm Clocks,
Todd Rundgren,
Khruangbin,
Eddi Front,
Grey Daturas,
Mantronix,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Divine Comedy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pussy Galore,
Spandau Ballet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oneida,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.