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 Seychelles and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Ten City to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Fire Engines,
The Gap Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Sonics,
Country Teasers,
Symarip,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hasil Adkins,
The Motions,
Morten Harket,
The Vogues,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Moleskins,
The Litter,
Skaos,
10cc,
Warsaw,
Mandrill,
Interpol,
Stetsasonic,
Jacob Miller,
Prince Buster,
Television Personalities,
kango's stein massive,
Black Sheep,
Excepter,
These Immortal Souls,
Junior Murvin,
Main Source,
Suicide,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Wyatt,
Ituana,
Camouflage,
Brick,
Thee Headcoats,
Ken Boothe,
the Bar-Kays,
Radio Birdman,
The Beau Brummels,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Christie,
Eli Mardock,
Audionom,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brand Nubian,
Circle Jerks,
Erasure,
Echospace,
Ossler,
Pylon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Seeds,
The Cramps,
MC5,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deakin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye,
Das Ding,
Electric Prunes,
DJ Style,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.