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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Sparks to the funk 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Moby Grape,
Echospace,
Eric Dolphy,
Surgeon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
kango's stein massive,
CMW,
Bauhaus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Inner City,
Kevin Saunderson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Whodini,
Gang of Four,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Massinfluence,
a-ha,
The Slits,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pantaleimon,
The New Christs,
Howard Jones,
Marc Almond,
The Victims,
The Remains,
Siglo XX,
James White and The Blacks,
The Blackbyrds,
Livin' Joy,
Al Stewart,
Deadbeat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boredoms,
Suicide,
The Music Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gichy Dan,
Swell Maps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crispy Ambulance,
MC5,
Joy Division,
Aural Exciters,
Groovy Waters,
Blake Baxter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gories,
La Düsseldorf,
Barbara Tucker,
The Alarm Clocks,
JFA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eddi Front,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Bananas,
LL Cool J,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.