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 Mali and from Madrid.
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 Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Eurythmics to the rock 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
The J.B.'s,
Technova,
Urselle,
Mission of Burma,
The Modern Lovers,
Zapp,
Sun City Girls,
Maurizio,
Bauhaus,
Peter and Kerry,
Rakim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Carl Craig,
Sight & Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Quadrant,
Throbbing Gristle,
48th St. Collective,
Derrick Morgan,
Anthony Braxton,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Sherman,
Morten Harket,
FM Einheit,
Duran Duran,
Brothers Johnson,
Angry Samoans,
Jawbox,
10cc,
Agent Orange,
Gang Gang Dance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Human League,
The Cure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Lydon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bronski Beat,
The Dead C,
Patti Smith,
Skaos,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Organ,
The Tremeloes,
Skriet,
Peter & Gordon,
Moss Icon,
Roger Hodgson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radio Birdman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Deakin,
David Bowie,
The Moody Blues,
Pagans,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.