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 South Sudan and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 48th St. Collective to the disco 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Con Funk Shun,
the Association,
Rapeman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soulsonic Force,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barbara Tucker,
Interpol,
Fatback Band,
Vainqueur,
The Kinks,
Bill Near,
Masters at Work,
Roger Hodgson,
Blossom Toes,
Dawn Penn,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Görl,
Ultra Naté,
Skaos,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
10cc,
Royal Trux,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Model 500,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grey Daturas,
Rotary Connection,
Faust,
Neu!,
Chris Corsano,
Audionom,
Suicide,
The Moody Blues,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rakim,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Red Krayola,
A Certain Ratio,
Lungfish,
Marmalade,
The Last Poets,
Technova,
Main Source,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Television,
The Sonics,
The Tremeloes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
B.T. Express,
Max Romeo,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Busters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Outsiders,
Suburban Knight,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Zero Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.