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 Libya and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Icehouse to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Walker Brothers,
H. Thieme,
Moebius,
Harmonia,
Monolake,
Cal Tjader,
The Doobie Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
Excepter,
Schoolly D,
Depeche Mode,
Easy Going,
Main Source,
cv313,
The Cowsills,
Shoche,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nick Fraelich,
Essential Logic,
The Slackers,
Josef K,
Fear,
Pylon,
Glambeats Corp.,
EPMD,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
CMW,
Alton Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
OOIOO,
Reuben Wilson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Moon,
Index,
Scientists,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare,
Blancmange,
The Misunderstood,
The Doors,
AZ,
The Selecter,
David Bowie,
the Slits,
The Count Five,
The Angels of Light,
Ludus,
Gang Green,
E-Dancer,
Marc Almond,
Brass Construction,
Mark Hollis,
Kurtis Blow,
Joy Division,
Wings,
Fad Gadget,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.